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!
22.Feb.13, 11:20 PM
She reached for Shanith as he spoke, feeling a bit sad for Tsuen. It must be horrible to be so paranoid and unable to live. She leaned back as she thought, the chair shifting under her weight for a moment.
She looked down and thought. The fear was so thick sometimes she could taste it. The whole weyr was beginning to feel like a drum with the skin stretched far to tight. One wrong stroke and the whole thing would shatter. It petrified her because she wanted to fix it and knew she couldn't.
R'ana knew her place by now. She might hate it, might disregard it when pushed hard enough, but for the most part she knew it, chapter and verse. A female greenrider, and a crappy one at that could only do so much. It might grate her, and it did grate her, but she accepted it the same way she accpeted that she would sleep with whoever nabbed her dragon from the skies next time she flew. With grim resignation, occasional grumbles and quietness.
She listened to D'ren's words and blinked. Ronarth. In a way he symbolized all that had gone wrong. Everyone who had tried to tend the bronze had been driven off and now it seemed noone tried, though she did note that someone had at least tended his wounds. "Has he eaten lately? Ronarth, I mean?" She spoke quietly.
Shanith curled up close to the great bronze and rolled to scratch an itch on her back.Looks like he'll have another friend when he gets out of that place. That's good right? The green was quieter now, asking permission for R'ana to befriend D'ren. She wriggled until the itch faded then settled to lie down neatly again. She tends to adopt strays. It's why I picked her!
She looked down and thought. The fear was so thick sometimes she could taste it. The whole weyr was beginning to feel like a drum with the skin stretched far to tight. One wrong stroke and the whole thing would shatter. It petrified her because she wanted to fix it and knew she couldn't.
R'ana knew her place by now. She might hate it, might disregard it when pushed hard enough, but for the most part she knew it, chapter and verse. A female greenrider, and a crappy one at that could only do so much. It might grate her, and it did grate her, but she accepted it the same way she accpeted that she would sleep with whoever nabbed her dragon from the skies next time she flew. With grim resignation, occasional grumbles and quietness.
She listened to D'ren's words and blinked. Ronarth. In a way he symbolized all that had gone wrong. Everyone who had tried to tend the bronze had been driven off and now it seemed noone tried, though she did note that someone had at least tended his wounds. "Has he eaten lately? Ronarth, I mean?" She spoke quietly.
Shanith curled up close to the great bronze and rolled to scratch an itch on her back.
