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.Nov.13, 04:31 AM
It wasn't that he didn't like Arddra; as far as people went, she was tolerable. It was just that S'cer--perhaps due to lack of practice--found himself tuning out. He turned his attention back to his meal, working methodically through his plate, and occasionally made noises where he thought it was appropriate.
The thing with opinions was that once they were formed, they were hard to change. S'cer knew that about as well as anybody, having quite a few of them himself--it had taken Quelseth to change his mind even a little, and even now he still had his doubts. At the mention of goldriders, S'cer laughed, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"If you haven't figured out by now that the goldriders are little more than glorified baby-makers, then you must be more awed by the dragonriders than I thought," S'cer pointed out, a bit crossly. This was the problem with dragonriders; the non-chromatics were supposed to have power, but in the case of golds it was all an elaborately maintained act. Bronzes held the real power, and if Arddra couldn't see that then S'cer wasn't quite sure she was ready to Impress a gold at all.
He glanced down at his plate to find it empty, and took that as a sign that he was done being polite. "I wish you all the best," S'cer said, but it was little more than a formality. "Quelseth is stirring, and if I don't get the itchy patch she's complaining about, I'll never hear the end of it." It was a blatant lie--Quelseth was the least likely to ever be imperious about anything--but it was a good excuse. He gathered up his dishes and went to deposit them with the rest of the dirty, then beat a hasty retreat for the Weyrling Barracks.
The thing with opinions was that once they were formed, they were hard to change. S'cer knew that about as well as anybody, having quite a few of them himself--it had taken Quelseth to change his mind even a little, and even now he still had his doubts. At the mention of goldriders, S'cer laughed, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"If you haven't figured out by now that the goldriders are little more than glorified baby-makers, then you must be more awed by the dragonriders than I thought," S'cer pointed out, a bit crossly. This was the problem with dragonriders; the non-chromatics were supposed to have power, but in the case of golds it was all an elaborately maintained act. Bronzes held the real power, and if Arddra couldn't see that then S'cer wasn't quite sure she was ready to Impress a gold at all.
He glanced down at his plate to find it empty, and took that as a sign that he was done being polite. "I wish you all the best," S'cer said, but it was little more than a formality. "Quelseth is stirring, and if I don't get the itchy patch she's complaining about, I'll never hear the end of it." It was a blatant lie--Quelseth was the least likely to ever be imperious about anything--but it was a good excuse. He gathered up his dishes and went to deposit them with the rest of the dirty, then beat a hasty retreat for the Weyrling Barracks.
