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!
24.Feb.18, 02:09 PM
“It is,” Z’rin agreed as he took another sip of the wine. They were seated and had a delicious alcoholic beverage in hand, but the conversation had yet to start flowing. He really was too used to C’dhin’s visits. The greenrider could talk about anything and everything and almost seemed to hate silence with the way he kept bringing up new topics but Z’rin didn’t even know if talking about the weather was safe, appropriate, or boring. He also wished he had a firelizard that could be used as a distraction. Did N’mor even like them? He shot a glance at his companion and frowned at what he saw. N’mor looked uncomfortable with the way he sat so still and stared at the ground. Oh, Faranth, what if his floor was dirty and N’mor couldn’t take his eyes off of a stain?
Z’rin was ready to down his drink and go crawl under his blanket and die. He wasn’t an overly messy person but perhaps he’d start dedicating an hour a day to sweeping and tidying up just in case someone came over. What if the Weyrleader suddenly popped in? Yep, he was becoming a neat freak from that moment on. Well, he decided after a larger gulp of wine, maybe after his company left as it seemed rude to suddenly start dusting in front of him.
“Oh!” Z’rin suddenly remembered the exciting gossip that came out of Ista weeks ago but he never sent word to N’mor since he wasn’t sure the man wanted to hear from him again, but since he was now in his living room, now seemed like a good time. “Congratulations on winning Nadioth’s Flight. I heard it was rather intense. I hope Rhezalth wasn’t one of the ones she mauled.” That was always something that worried Z’rin when they entered Flights. Greens didn’t seem to be quite as vicious but ending up with scratches that could be potential scars weren’t all that uncommon either.
“Let me know when they’re about to hatch and I’ll make sure to be there and cheer the little ones on and share a few celebratory drinks with you afterward as well.” He held up his glass in a mini salute before taking another sip.
Z’rin was ready to down his drink and go crawl under his blanket and die. He wasn’t an overly messy person but perhaps he’d start dedicating an hour a day to sweeping and tidying up just in case someone came over. What if the Weyrleader suddenly popped in? Yep, he was becoming a neat freak from that moment on. Well, he decided after a larger gulp of wine, maybe after his company left as it seemed rude to suddenly start dusting in front of him.
“Oh!” Z’rin suddenly remembered the exciting gossip that came out of Ista weeks ago but he never sent word to N’mor since he wasn’t sure the man wanted to hear from him again, but since he was now in his living room, now seemed like a good time. “Congratulations on winning Nadioth’s Flight. I heard it was rather intense. I hope Rhezalth wasn’t one of the ones she mauled.” That was always something that worried Z’rin when they entered Flights. Greens didn’t seem to be quite as vicious but ending up with scratches that could be potential scars weren’t all that uncommon either.
“Let me know when they’re about to hatch and I’ll make sure to be there and cheer the little ones on and share a few celebratory drinks with you afterward as well.” He held up his glass in a mini salute before taking another sip.
