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!
10.Feb.12, 02:06 AM
The Harper's eyes were red, though there were no visible or tell-tale signs of streaking down his cheeks. So, he wasn't crying, but he was putting in a good deal of effort not to. One could simply assume that he was tired, he certainly had gotten similar red eyes after having to sit through some of the Candidate classes. But, there was something about the expression on his face that hinted towards him being distressed over tired. His posture was horrible for someone who prided himself in being attractive, with shoulders hunched forward, head bowed to try and hide his face. His hair was undone to better mask the expression, the band he usually tied it back with wrapped around his wrist for the time being. The sash around his waist hung low, and was a vivid orange despite his down demeanor. Obviously, he had gone into the evening being far happier than he had ended up as.
He was walking down the hall that led to the Candidates Barracks. No one was awake at this hour, and if they were, they certainly weren't partying it up in their rooms. Erisi would have retired soon himself, and fully intended to do so now after his fight with I'shan. It was something he didn't want to dwell on, because it reminded him of how he had lost his temper and screwed himself over. Erisi had learned to expect the worse out of dragonriders, and so his name was likely to be dropped to the Weyrleader soon enough for his unruly behavior. It was an inevitably, so why should he allow his behavior to change around I'shan? Was he really going to let himself be subdued by the Searchrider? His pride wouldn't allow for him to cave so easily.
But, right now... he really felt like it. He felt like giving in, felt like saying 'Shard it' and letting the worst happen to him. The fight he had in him earlier this evening had been entirely drained. He would rebound, in time, but for now he felt like he was at another end to a chapter in his life. It was on a cliffhanger too - the worst kind, and he suspected that the next chapter would start unpleasantly. It certainly wouldn't be the final chapter, but if each chapter was a bad as the last few he had gone through, he wanted this story to take an abrupt turn in a different direction.
The journeyman Harper sighed, stopping just a few rooms short of his own to lean back against the wall. He ran a hand through his hair and tried to fight back the torrent of emotions that he was experiencing. He really... wasn't doing a good job at it either. "Shard it, ugh." How could be possibly be expected to persevere after all he had gone through?
He was walking down the hall that led to the Candidates Barracks. No one was awake at this hour, and if they were, they certainly weren't partying it up in their rooms. Erisi would have retired soon himself, and fully intended to do so now after his fight with I'shan. It was something he didn't want to dwell on, because it reminded him of how he had lost his temper and screwed himself over. Erisi had learned to expect the worse out of dragonriders, and so his name was likely to be dropped to the Weyrleader soon enough for his unruly behavior. It was an inevitably, so why should he allow his behavior to change around I'shan? Was he really going to let himself be subdued by the Searchrider? His pride wouldn't allow for him to cave so easily.
But, right now... he really felt like it. He felt like giving in, felt like saying 'Shard it' and letting the worst happen to him. The fight he had in him earlier this evening had been entirely drained. He would rebound, in time, but for now he felt like he was at another end to a chapter in his life. It was on a cliffhanger too - the worst kind, and he suspected that the next chapter would start unpleasantly. It certainly wouldn't be the final chapter, but if each chapter was a bad as the last few he had gone through, he wanted this story to take an abrupt turn in a different direction.
The journeyman Harper sighed, stopping just a few rooms short of his own to lean back against the wall. He ran a hand through his hair and tried to fight back the torrent of emotions that he was experiencing. He really... wasn't doing a good job at it either. "Shard it, ugh." How could be possibly be expected to persevere after all he had gone through?
