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!
22.Dec.17, 12:50 AM
F'drel frowned lightly at M'ris' request to use the man's name instead of his title or 'sir,' barely managing to repress his instinctive flinch when the man touched his shoulder unexpectedly.
"As you say, then." He replied, deciding to forgo using either his name or a title. It felt safer than calling him just 'M'ris' in any case. F'drel had heard stories of a Holder who would tell the drudges to refer to him by name and would then keep track of those who felt comfortable doing so, giving them the worst tasks. He didn't feel like trying to figure out what the 'right' answer was with the Weyrleader, so he avoided it altogether.
He was completely unable to mask his shock when M'ris held a good number of marks out to him, insisting he take and use them. True, he already had more marks in his pockets that evening than he'd ever had before in his life, but his stipend as a greenrider wasn't extravagant. F'drel thought his small colletion of marks was perfectly sufficient to enjoy the Gather, but apparently the Weyrleader thought otherwise.
"I don't have to do all of those things, do I?" F'drel blurted out, still staring at the marks the other man held. Try foods was okay, that was actually a good idea. There were some really nice looking foodstuffs he'd seen in the various stalls. He'd really rather not got drunk. F'drel liked being in complete control of his actions, thank you very much. The one mulled wine M'ris had given him was already more than he'd have bought himself, and he certainly wasn't looking to risk more. And dancing? Being that close to drunk, handsy blueriders did not sound all that enjoyable in F'drel's opinion. He glanced back to the Weyrleader's face at the suggestion he ask M'ris for more marks later. Ask for more? How expensive were Gathers? Great Faranth, this was not how he'd imagined the event going.
"As you say, then." He replied, deciding to forgo using either his name or a title. It felt safer than calling him just 'M'ris' in any case. F'drel had heard stories of a Holder who would tell the drudges to refer to him by name and would then keep track of those who felt comfortable doing so, giving them the worst tasks. He didn't feel like trying to figure out what the 'right' answer was with the Weyrleader, so he avoided it altogether.
He was completely unable to mask his shock when M'ris held a good number of marks out to him, insisting he take and use them. True, he already had more marks in his pockets that evening than he'd ever had before in his life, but his stipend as a greenrider wasn't extravagant. F'drel thought his small colletion of marks was perfectly sufficient to enjoy the Gather, but apparently the Weyrleader thought otherwise.
"I don't have to do all of those things, do I?" F'drel blurted out, still staring at the marks the other man held. Try foods was okay, that was actually a good idea. There were some really nice looking foodstuffs he'd seen in the various stalls. He'd really rather not got drunk. F'drel liked being in complete control of his actions, thank you very much. The one mulled wine M'ris had given him was already more than he'd have bought himself, and he certainly wasn't looking to risk more. And dancing? Being that close to drunk, handsy blueriders did not sound all that enjoyable in F'drel's opinion. He glanced back to the Weyrleader's face at the suggestion he ask M'ris for more marks later. Ask for more? How expensive were Gathers? Great Faranth, this was not how he'd imagined the event going.
