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.Apr.18, 08:45 PM
When you were a drudge big changes were scary. You had such little control over anything, it felt like standing in a heavy wind and hoping you wouldn’t get blown away. So when Kelikki was told she and her siblings were being transferred to a new household (bless the servant head for keeping the family together, if she ever got the chance Kelikki wanted to repay him for it), she was decidedly worried. She knew little about the people she was now to serve. The lady she knew nothing about, not even a name yet. The lord she knew a little, as he’d been fostered at Nabol for a time. He’d left when she was fourteen, but Kelikki remembered Jalazmar as decent enough for a lord. But he was barely a turn older than she, and had plenty of time to change his tune towards servants, as lordlings were wont to do. So Kelikki was worried.
Today she had been sent ahead to Fort Hold as a messenger, to inform Lord Jalazmar of Lord Jimeridan’s gift to him and his new wife, and was then instructed to remain with the lady from that moment onward. By some miracle, and thanks to Lord Jimeridan’s regard for family, she had managed to request her dragonriding brother Fendrel (F’drel now, she really should remember) as her transport. They’d all had a bit of an emotional reunion that morning, before Kelikki couldn’t justify stalling anymore and had to insist she and F’drel leave.
Riding dragonback was a new experience. Fen’s Halomirth apparently wasn’t even particularly big for a dragon, but she was much bigger than any creature Kelikki had ever seen from that close before. Flying, however, was exhilarating, even going between. When they landed, after what felt like both moments and hours, her heart seemed to stay flying in the air even as she slid down from the dragon, legs barely managing to hold her up.
Thankfully, a dragon appearing in the courtyard was attention grabbing and it took little effort for Kelikki to pass on her mission to meet with Lord Jalazmar and his soon-to-be wife. She was led to a side room to wait, F’drel remaining with her as an escort of sorts, until Jalazmar or his lady could be found to come receive the message she carried. Though there were chairs in the room, Kelikki remained standing, too nervous to sit and not wanting to appear as if she felt herself above those she waited on. Fen stayed standing as well, though where she remained still in the center of the room he paced the edges, a visual expression of the nervous energy she felt herself. Brushing out her skirts, making sure she was as presentable as possibly, Kelikki waited.
Today she had been sent ahead to Fort Hold as a messenger, to inform Lord Jalazmar of Lord Jimeridan’s gift to him and his new wife, and was then instructed to remain with the lady from that moment onward. By some miracle, and thanks to Lord Jimeridan’s regard for family, she had managed to request her dragonriding brother Fendrel (F’drel now, she really should remember) as her transport. They’d all had a bit of an emotional reunion that morning, before Kelikki couldn’t justify stalling anymore and had to insist she and F’drel leave.
Riding dragonback was a new experience. Fen’s Halomirth apparently wasn’t even particularly big for a dragon, but she was much bigger than any creature Kelikki had ever seen from that close before. Flying, however, was exhilarating, even going between. When they landed, after what felt like both moments and hours, her heart seemed to stay flying in the air even as she slid down from the dragon, legs barely managing to hold her up.
Thankfully, a dragon appearing in the courtyard was attention grabbing and it took little effort for Kelikki to pass on her mission to meet with Lord Jalazmar and his soon-to-be wife. She was led to a side room to wait, F’drel remaining with her as an escort of sorts, until Jalazmar or his lady could be found to come receive the message she carried. Though there were chairs in the room, Kelikki remained standing, too nervous to sit and not wanting to appear as if she felt herself above those she waited on. Fen stayed standing as well, though where she remained still in the center of the room he paced the edges, a visual expression of the nervous energy she felt herself. Brushing out her skirts, making sure she was as presentable as possibly, Kelikki waited.
