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!
20.Mar.13, 09:56 PM
T'rielle had a certain proclivity for lifting food from the kitchens whenever he had the chance. There had been that one time where he'd stolen an entire, perfectly cooked herdbeast and proceeded to offer it to a highly amused Caxith. Things had gone downhill from there, apparently, though T'rielle had thought it was the funniest thing ever. The beast, it turned out, was meant for some important event or another (in retrospect he probably should have known that, but thinking things through was generally Caxith's job, and she hadn't particularly felt like helping him out on that specific occasion).
Come to think of it, she had a habit of being the most unhelpful individual on the face of the Earth whenever it would have been benificial for her to give her rider a bit of a helping hand. When he didn't need her commentary, on the other hand, she was a well of knowledge. Like where, exactly, he was failing to properly scratch her itchy head-knobs, why he should be fawning over her instead of 'that bluerider' (which was pretty much her way of referring to every bluerider in existence unless it really, truly mattered).
Right now, for example, the green was currently giving a running commentary of the comings and goings from the Kitchens from her vantage point on top of the Dining Hall while T'rielle did his honest best to ignore her and oil his riding leathers (which he could have sworn he'd just done but apparently not, according to Caxith's "infallible" memory which really didn't exist at all).
And there goes one of those Weyrbrats--oh, another one!
T'rielle rolled his eyes, though he couldn't help but give a little laugh. You trying to tell me something, there?
I'm bored and your attempts at thievery tend to be amusing. So go steal something.
It's not stealing, it's...long-term borrowing.
The green dragon simply hummed in amusement, rustling her wings a bit and settling her head back down on her crossed forelegs. T'rielle, for his part, did manage to finish his oiling before finally succumbing to Caxith's continued subtle commentary and making his way from his hut to the Kitchens. The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, casting the surroundings in a reddish glow. Caxith gave a little rumble of approval at that observation, and T'rielle grinned, running a hand through his hair in what he thought was a casual gesture as he leaned against the entryway into the kitchens, narrowly missing getting run into by a giggling weyrbrat with an armful of bread.
Come to think of it, she had a habit of being the most unhelpful individual on the face of the Earth whenever it would have been benificial for her to give her rider a bit of a helping hand. When he didn't need her commentary, on the other hand, she was a well of knowledge. Like where, exactly, he was failing to properly scratch her itchy head-knobs, why he should be fawning over her instead of 'that bluerider' (which was pretty much her way of referring to every bluerider in existence unless it really, truly mattered).
Right now, for example, the green was currently giving a running commentary of the comings and goings from the Kitchens from her vantage point on top of the Dining Hall while T'rielle did his honest best to ignore her and oil his riding leathers (which he could have sworn he'd just done but apparently not, according to Caxith's "infallible" memory which really didn't exist at all).
T'rielle rolled his eyes, though he couldn't help but give a little laugh. You trying to tell me something, there?
It's not stealing, it's...long-term borrowing.
The green dragon simply hummed in amusement, rustling her wings a bit and settling her head back down on her crossed forelegs. T'rielle, for his part, did manage to finish his oiling before finally succumbing to Caxith's continued subtle commentary and making his way from his hut to the Kitchens. The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, casting the surroundings in a reddish glow. Caxith gave a little rumble of approval at that observation, and T'rielle grinned, running a hand through his hair in what he thought was a casual gesture as he leaned against the entryway into the kitchens, narrowly missing getting run into by a giggling weyrbrat with an armful of bread.
