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!
18.Feb.12, 02:42 AM
Kerrin did nothing to hide or prevent a massive roll of his eyes when R'nd decided to play dumb with him, because the bluerider's thought process was practically broadcasted for miles from the squeak of surprise all the way to the puzzlement that had crossed over his expressive features before the grey eyes had hardened into outright denial. Of course that just figured; Kerrin didn't even know why he tried. Oh right, the weyrbrat reminded himself, casting a defeated glance over at Ayyonth. He was standing here trying to reason with the densest man in the entire weyr because that blue dragon was his only way out of here. Well, that or a many-hour-long hike, which the teen didn't feel quite up to at that particular moment, especially with G'rem's potentially grueling punishment still hanging over his head. Did you have to leave me here, you great dirt-colored lug?! Kerrin thought as hard as he could, with Zhiranth's image in mind. He knew the scolding would never reach the brown dragon, but nevertheless, it relieved some of his frustration and stress to imagine that it did.
The boy sighed, throwing the towel back in the baffled rider's face once he'd finished with it. His pants still clung wetly to his legs and thighs, and the cold, clammy feeling only further annoyed him. As did the sharp bits of lakeside twigs and pebbles beneath his toes, and the way his hair was already twisting into those abominable curls as it dried. Kerrin tugged at the strands in a futile attempt to smooth them down, grumbling all the while. Stupid R'nd making him jump in the stupid lake just to get back at him. This whole situation was clearly all the bluerider's fault. Finally he spoke up, directing a droll look over at his friend as if only now just realizing he hadn't gone away yet. "Please. I know you look in mirrors often enough to have noticed that stupid, giddy grin you get every time someone mentions his name by now."
Kerrin felt no need to specify whose name he was talking about; that much was obvious to both of them. No juicy tidbit of gossip ever got very far past Katila's network of eavesdropping weyrbrats.
The boy sighed, throwing the towel back in the baffled rider's face once he'd finished with it. His pants still clung wetly to his legs and thighs, and the cold, clammy feeling only further annoyed him. As did the sharp bits of lakeside twigs and pebbles beneath his toes, and the way his hair was already twisting into those abominable curls as it dried. Kerrin tugged at the strands in a futile attempt to smooth them down, grumbling all the while. Stupid R'nd making him jump in the stupid lake just to get back at him. This whole situation was clearly all the bluerider's fault. Finally he spoke up, directing a droll look over at his friend as if only now just realizing he hadn't gone away yet. "Please. I know you look in mirrors often enough to have noticed that stupid, giddy grin you get every time someone mentions his name by now."
Kerrin felt no need to specify whose name he was talking about; that much was obvious to both of them. No juicy tidbit of gossip ever got very far past Katila's network of eavesdropping weyrbrats.
