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!
02.Apr.13, 06:47 AM
Peorray set her tray on the counter, briskly –but carefully- shifting the dirty dishes on it into the basin of soapy water at the sink. It wouldn’t do to be too hasty and break some through carelessness. Katila was doing well, but few things brought more ire from its oldest inhabitants than wasting resources. She could understand that and approve. She’d always been raised to respect and take care of what she had, too.
She blinked in mild surprise as the girl assigned to scrubbing duties moved to the sink, interrupting her thoughts with the motion. Well, it wouldn’t do stand around daydreaming when there was work yet to be done. The Weyr went through a lot of dinnerware and there was still too much of it out there on the tables. The sooner she helped clear it, the sooner the other girls could finish wiping down those tables and Peorray herself could steal a bit of time to visit with her son before bed.
She snatched up her tray again and headed back to the kitchen entrance, coming to an abrupt halt at the sight of someone backing toward her on the other side. Grateful for her height, she peered over the girl for with a confused frown. “What are we looking at?” She asked, breaking her silent observation. “Did the dirt in the corner finally come alive?”
She blinked in mild surprise as the girl assigned to scrubbing duties moved to the sink, interrupting her thoughts with the motion. Well, it wouldn’t do stand around daydreaming when there was work yet to be done. The Weyr went through a lot of dinnerware and there was still too much of it out there on the tables. The sooner she helped clear it, the sooner the other girls could finish wiping down those tables and Peorray herself could steal a bit of time to visit with her son before bed.
She snatched up her tray again and headed back to the kitchen entrance, coming to an abrupt halt at the sight of someone backing toward her on the other side. Grateful for her height, she peered over the girl for with a confused frown. “What are we looking at?” She asked, breaking her silent observation. “Did the dirt in the corner finally come alive?”
