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!
03.Jan.14, 04:00 PM
It wasn’t because the majority of the weyr was difficult or up tight that she lacked a social life. In truth, many had been kind to her in passing. Just as Firah was currently. Going out of his way to help do something he didn’t really need to. But rather, it was once said kind stranger was left with Sennia that the real reason she didn’t have much by way of friends became readily apparent. She had no idea what to say to them. Her life and what the others in the weyr must go through seemed so far removed, with a chasm of different experiences and expectations. Fall, even some had grown up around dragons! She’d never even seen one up close until 5 turns ago. Then all of a sudden, everything was upside down.
Her husband gone. Baby no longer apart of her daily routine. Sweet Insa, the girl would grow up with another woman as her mother. There was no doubt her husband would remarry, assuming something fatal had happened to Sennia. The idea she could be so replaced… Sennia wipe at her eyes and feigned it was an itch. Not the sort of thoughts she should be having with help so close at hand. She smiled at Firah when he returned with a cleaning cloth, but quickly turned her attention to her chores.
The ensuing silence made her bite her lower lip, if only she had something to say! ‘Lovely weather’ seemed so ordinary and intentionally desperate. ‘How was the hunt?’ Equally bland, at least it must be to Firah. Surely he’d already been asked numerous times on his way through the kitchens. Sennia settled for fretting over the pan she was presently scrubbing in the hopes that he wouldn’t be upset she had nothing to say.
Sennia dropped the plate she’d started on when he mentioned the clutch on the sands. She blushed hotly, her cheeks turning a brilliant shade of red, before fumbling in the water to snatch it back up. She tried valiantly not to think about how it would look if she failed this new round of impressions. “Ah…” She hadn’t thought standing out was an option. Was that silly? She opted not to say as much and instead focused on the plate while trying to find the words to express the anxiety that came with every clutch. “I’ve already failed more than I care to admit. I’m not sure I want to add another.” Which was the truth of it. “I’m sure they’ll eventually tire of tossing me out on the sands.” Or she’d age to the point of no use. For at least that.
Sennia glanced at him, trying to judge his reaction to what she’d just said. If it had been too much. So many seemed excited about impressing a dragon, was it normal for someone to be so reserved?
Her husband gone. Baby no longer apart of her daily routine. Sweet Insa, the girl would grow up with another woman as her mother. There was no doubt her husband would remarry, assuming something fatal had happened to Sennia. The idea she could be so replaced… Sennia wipe at her eyes and feigned it was an itch. Not the sort of thoughts she should be having with help so close at hand. She smiled at Firah when he returned with a cleaning cloth, but quickly turned her attention to her chores.
The ensuing silence made her bite her lower lip, if only she had something to say! ‘Lovely weather’ seemed so ordinary and intentionally desperate. ‘How was the hunt?’ Equally bland, at least it must be to Firah. Surely he’d already been asked numerous times on his way through the kitchens. Sennia settled for fretting over the pan she was presently scrubbing in the hopes that he wouldn’t be upset she had nothing to say.
Sennia dropped the plate she’d started on when he mentioned the clutch on the sands. She blushed hotly, her cheeks turning a brilliant shade of red, before fumbling in the water to snatch it back up. She tried valiantly not to think about how it would look if she failed this new round of impressions. “Ah…” She hadn’t thought standing out was an option. Was that silly? She opted not to say as much and instead focused on the plate while trying to find the words to express the anxiety that came with every clutch. “I’ve already failed more than I care to admit. I’m not sure I want to add another.” Which was the truth of it. “I’m sure they’ll eventually tire of tossing me out on the sands.” Or she’d age to the point of no use. For at least that.
Sennia glanced at him, trying to judge his reaction to what she’d just said. If it had been too much. So many seemed excited about impressing a dragon, was it normal for someone to be so reserved?
Come along now, come along with me
