Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
04.Dec.12, 07:17 AM
D'ren stretched. It was rare for him to have even a few hours to himself these days, much less in the middle of the afternoon! Normally he found his free time in the late evenings or very early mornings, and all too often he had no energy except to sleep. Today, however, the stars had aligned in his favor. His wing practice, which he'd set aside an entire afternoon for, had to be rescheduled for the following day to accommodate a poorly timed greenflight. Since the bronzerider was caught up on his work, that mean he could actually, legitimately enjoy some time off.
He probably should have huddled in his hut and locked the door. Probably. Surely any minute some greenrider would appear and complain, or some brownrider would approach and suck up, or some candidate would appear and ask for something,...the list went on and on. Everyone wanted the Weyrleader's attention.
Today, he didn't think he would mind giving it. He hated feeling like he didn't have time for everyone who needed him, and while N'gelt and his new wingleaders were of great help, D'ren still missed the personal touch he'd once been able to show. He hadn't been in the public at all much lately, so today he decided to risk being disturbed simply so he could be among the people of his Weyr. He missed them, and he hoped seeing him out and about, even casual, might be a comfort to them.
Or someone could decide to throw a rock. That was a worst case scenario, though!
D'ren? Ronarth cooed. The dragon lay lazily on the grass, rider leaning casually against his stomach. The dragon's tail twitched playfully, as it so often did, and his eyes whirled in curiosity. Do you think Tyrrisath chases Krypth to get back at you?
D'ren blinked. The flight had been on his mind all day, so it was no wonder Ronarth picked up on it. No, Ronarth. I think he chases her because he's a male and she's a female.
But Tyrrisath loves Rilaleeyth!
Ugh, that was a troubling assertion. D'ren would rather not think about the implications of that relationship, now that he knew more about S'kef's true nature. Two-faced bastard! D'ren frowned and shook his head, idly patting the bronze's stomach with one open palm. Maybe you're right. Could be greed. I don't know.
The Weyr loved having something to gossip about, and Tyrrisath's successful flight was proving fruitful. D'ren was tired of hearing about it, though. Sensing his bonded's impending headache, Ronarth quickly changed topics. You weight less! he chirped. Tsuen liked hearing that, so hopefully D'ren would like it, too!
D'ren groaned.
Suddenly, as if the previous topics had never occurred, Ronarth's head shot up. His eyes whirled as he spied an unfamiliar face. Oooh. I don't know him Ronarth observed, climbing to his feet and leaving D'ren to slide ungracefully into the grass. The Weyrleader cursed as his beats abandoned him, lumbering unabashedly over to the candidate he'd noticed. The dragon lowered his snout to the young man and began to eagerly sniff at him.
Hello!
He probably should have huddled in his hut and locked the door. Probably. Surely any minute some greenrider would appear and complain, or some brownrider would approach and suck up, or some candidate would appear and ask for something,...the list went on and on. Everyone wanted the Weyrleader's attention.
Today, he didn't think he would mind giving it. He hated feeling like he didn't have time for everyone who needed him, and while N'gelt and his new wingleaders were of great help, D'ren still missed the personal touch he'd once been able to show. He hadn't been in the public at all much lately, so today he decided to risk being disturbed simply so he could be among the people of his Weyr. He missed them, and he hoped seeing him out and about, even casual, might be a comfort to them.
Or someone could decide to throw a rock. That was a worst case scenario, though!
D'ren? Ronarth cooed. The dragon lay lazily on the grass, rider leaning casually against his stomach. The dragon's tail twitched playfully, as it so often did, and his eyes whirled in curiosity. Do you think Tyrrisath chases Krypth to get back at you?
D'ren blinked. The flight had been on his mind all day, so it was no wonder Ronarth picked up on it. No, Ronarth. I think he chases her because he's a male and she's a female.
But Tyrrisath loves Rilaleeyth!
Ugh, that was a troubling assertion. D'ren would rather not think about the implications of that relationship, now that he knew more about S'kef's true nature. Two-faced bastard! D'ren frowned and shook his head, idly patting the bronze's stomach with one open palm. Maybe you're right. Could be greed. I don't know.
The Weyr loved having something to gossip about, and Tyrrisath's successful flight was proving fruitful. D'ren was tired of hearing about it, though. Sensing his bonded's impending headache, Ronarth quickly changed topics. You weight less! he chirped. Tsuen liked hearing that, so hopefully D'ren would like it, too!
D'ren groaned.
Suddenly, as if the previous topics had never occurred, Ronarth's head shot up. His eyes whirled as he spied an unfamiliar face. Oooh. I don't know him Ronarth observed, climbing to his feet and leaving D'ren to slide ungracefully into the grass. The Weyrleader cursed as his beats abandoned him, lumbering unabashedly over to the candidate he'd noticed. The dragon lowered his snout to the young man and began to eagerly sniff at him.
Hello!
