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!
23.Feb.18, 04:02 AM
F’drel wasn’t sure what about his face made people want to give him messages to deliver to other Weyrs. Did he look like he had nothing better to do? Did he look friendly and approachable? What was it?
Whatever the reason, he’d just been handed another missive to transport by one of the brownriders, who was apparently too busy or important to take it himself. So, sighing, F’drel told the brownrider (whose name he wasn’t sure of. It probably started with a ‘K,’ half the brownriders here had names that started with ‘K,’ he was convinced.) that of course, he would deliver the letter, right away, sir, no problem, sir. He may have said it with a bit more bite than usual, but the request got on F’drel’s nerves today.
Still prickling from the interaction, F’drel stalked into his weyr and called out to his dragon.
“Miri, they want us to go to Fort again. Another letter for the Weyrleader.” They’d delivered two for him yesterday. Of course, no one told the greenrider messenger what he was ferrying around, so F’drel had no idea what any of them were about. “I’m sure we’ll have to wait for a reply again, so you can visit with your friends again.” Because of course, Halomirth had friends at Fort while her rider knew just about no one there, so she didn’t mind the message carrying duties as much.
I don’t want to.
Except, apparently, today.
“Why not?” F’drel asked irritably, pulling out his riding gear to prepare for flying Between. “You’ve never minded before.”
Well, I don’t want to now.
F’drel sighed. “Unfortunately, dear, we don’t have much of a choice in the matter. There’s no one of lower station we can foist this onto. We’re it.” He slipped on his jacket and headed into Halomirth’s portion of the weyr to put on her riding straps, only to find her prowling around the space, growling lightly and lashing her forked tail.
“Miri?” He asked at the unexpected harshness from his usually sweet dragon. “What’s wrong?”
I. Don’t. Want to. I don’t want to go to Fort. I want to Fly. Halomirth hissed, giving an insistent stamp with one of her front feet. F’drel blinked.
“You want to…” He started, uncomprehending at first, but a moment later his eyes widened, as the meaning of her words became clear to him and the feelings passing through their bond solidified. “Oh no, no no, Miri, we have to deliver this letter, you can’t — you can’t Fly right now, Miri, please, Halomirth, I’m not —“
I’m ready, and so are you. The green said definitively, still lashing her tail back and forth. We’re ready. We’re ready to Fly and we will. And so saying, Halomirth flung herself from the weyrledge and started to climb through the air, with F’drel watching after her, helplessly, frozen in place. Once she had reached a decent height, she trumpeted an invitation.
Come Fly with me!
Yay for my first flight thread!
Gonna try to keep this short, Miri is a 2 turn chubby little green, she won't be that hard to catch, aha.
Convince me through your tag/PM/Discord who would make the most interesting winner! ;p
Whatever the reason, he’d just been handed another missive to transport by one of the brownriders, who was apparently too busy or important to take it himself. So, sighing, F’drel told the brownrider (whose name he wasn’t sure of. It probably started with a ‘K,’ half the brownriders here had names that started with ‘K,’ he was convinced.) that of course, he would deliver the letter, right away, sir, no problem, sir. He may have said it with a bit more bite than usual, but the request got on F’drel’s nerves today.
Still prickling from the interaction, F’drel stalked into his weyr and called out to his dragon.
“Miri, they want us to go to Fort again. Another letter for the Weyrleader.” They’d delivered two for him yesterday. Of course, no one told the greenrider messenger what he was ferrying around, so F’drel had no idea what any of them were about. “I’m sure we’ll have to wait for a reply again, so you can visit with your friends again.” Because of course, Halomirth had friends at Fort while her rider knew just about no one there, so she didn’t mind the message carrying duties as much.
I don’t want to.
Except, apparently, today.
“Why not?” F’drel asked irritably, pulling out his riding gear to prepare for flying Between. “You’ve never minded before.”
Well, I don’t want to now.
F’drel sighed. “Unfortunately, dear, we don’t have much of a choice in the matter. There’s no one of lower station we can foist this onto. We’re it.” He slipped on his jacket and headed into Halomirth’s portion of the weyr to put on her riding straps, only to find her prowling around the space, growling lightly and lashing her forked tail.
“Miri?” He asked at the unexpected harshness from his usually sweet dragon. “What’s wrong?”
I. Don’t. Want to. I don’t want to go to Fort. I want to Fly. Halomirth hissed, giving an insistent stamp with one of her front feet. F’drel blinked.
“You want to…” He started, uncomprehending at first, but a moment later his eyes widened, as the meaning of her words became clear to him and the feelings passing through their bond solidified. “Oh no, no no, Miri, we have to deliver this letter, you can’t — you can’t Fly right now, Miri, please, Halomirth, I’m not —“
I’m ready, and so are you. The green said definitively, still lashing her tail back and forth. We’re ready. We’re ready to Fly and we will. And so saying, Halomirth flung herself from the weyrledge and started to climb through the air, with F’drel watching after her, helplessly, frozen in place. Once she had reached a decent height, she trumpeted an invitation.
Come Fly with me!
Yay for my first flight thread!
Gonna try to keep this short, Miri is a 2 turn chubby little green, she won't be that hard to catch, aha.
Convince me through your tag/PM/Discord who would make the most interesting winner! ;p
