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!
05.Apr.13, 09:20 PM
S'kef wasn't really sure how to feel. He stared in one of Katila's rare mirrors, one of the unexpected luxuries that had come with his office, and found himself frowning. He hadn't slept well the night before. He kept thinking about the day ahead of him, and how much it meant about himself and his future. It wasn't that he was intimidated so much as he was cautious. Actually removing D'ren had been an indirect action on his part, something that he silently pawned off to a less suspicious party. S'kef always felt like he had the guts to do it himself, but the risk was too great.
If that had been the start, then this was the point of no return. There would be no going back after today; he was in deep, maybe even over his head, but he didn't believe in backtracking. This event was vitally important, not only for his own station but for Katila itself.
Maybe that was what gave him pause. At the start, all of this had been about himself. He was sick of being pushed down from where he felt he rightfully belonged. Now, he realized that it was about everyone else as well. He hated watching Pern's dragonriders languish in the south, rotting in the jungle when they belonged on top of the civilized world. They deserved more than to suffer and starve in the mud, and whose fault was it? Tusen, of course, and her disgusting bronzerider enabler D'ren. S'kef was a selfish man with selfish ambitions, but as time passed, he realized that if anyone could restore Pern's riders to their proper place, why not him?
No one else even seemed willing to try. Well, he would change that!
He finished getting ready and whistled once, summoning Flit to his side. His little green companion flashed into sight and settled neatly on his shoulder, purring gently. She was a gentle and quiet thing, and S'kef didn't regret accepting her companionship. Today, she would be an excellent public relations tool. He found that she softened his overall appearance, and while today it would be important to look strong, it would also be important not to look wicked.
The thought seemed to amude Tyrrisath.What will you do about Crucluith? the dragon asked. I cannot control him
Some of the other bronzes will, though S'kef replied as he walked outside. Xyrieth, for sure...and he's not the only ally we have A couple other bronzeriders came to mind, and it was admittedly a huge relief. He'd rather not have relied on Nirinath.
He quickly mounted the dragon. Tyrrisath took off, flying without going between before landing in the gather square. A crowd was already assembling. Tyrrisath circled once, rattling off names of those important figures who were present, and finally landed. Mmuch to S'kef's surprise, T'shiro was already there, apparently at his own free will. S'kef could feel the man's eyes on him, but for now he ignored it. He dismounted and waved to those who'd already assembled before slowly turning to whisper to the man, his words lost in the commotion. Flit squeaked gently, eyes whirling with sudden urgency and fear.
If that had been the start, then this was the point of no return. There would be no going back after today; he was in deep, maybe even over his head, but he didn't believe in backtracking. This event was vitally important, not only for his own station but for Katila itself.
Maybe that was what gave him pause. At the start, all of this had been about himself. He was sick of being pushed down from where he felt he rightfully belonged. Now, he realized that it was about everyone else as well. He hated watching Pern's dragonriders languish in the south, rotting in the jungle when they belonged on top of the civilized world. They deserved more than to suffer and starve in the mud, and whose fault was it? Tusen, of course, and her disgusting bronzerider enabler D'ren. S'kef was a selfish man with selfish ambitions, but as time passed, he realized that if anyone could restore Pern's riders to their proper place, why not him?
No one else even seemed willing to try. Well, he would change that!
He finished getting ready and whistled once, summoning Flit to his side. His little green companion flashed into sight and settled neatly on his shoulder, purring gently. She was a gentle and quiet thing, and S'kef didn't regret accepting her companionship. Today, she would be an excellent public relations tool. He found that she softened his overall appearance, and while today it would be important to look strong, it would also be important not to look wicked.
The thought seemed to amude Tyrrisath.
Some of the other bronzes will, though S'kef replied as he walked outside. Xyrieth, for sure...and he's not the only ally we have A couple other bronzeriders came to mind, and it was admittedly a huge relief. He'd rather not have relied on Nirinath.
He quickly mounted the dragon. Tyrrisath took off, flying without going between before landing in the gather square. A crowd was already assembling. Tyrrisath circled once, rattling off names of those important figures who were present, and finally landed. Mmuch to S'kef's surprise, T'shiro was already there, apparently at his own free will. S'kef could feel the man's eyes on him, but for now he ignored it. He dismounted and waved to those who'd already assembled before slowly turning to whisper to the man, his words lost in the commotion. Flit squeaked gently, eyes whirling with sudden urgency and fear.
