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!
10.Jan.20, 07:05 AM
Indivara murmured sleepily, curling tighter into V’ler, tangling their legs and tucking her head under his chin. It was far too early to be waking up, and though she could feel Venseth was awake and curious, she was refusing to wake up, too. If it was important, someone else could handle it, and if it was one of their Weyrlings, Venseth could handle it. Indivara grumbled when she felt V’ler slip out from under her clinging body, and she gave him a weird expression, a strange combination of a frown and a pout, her eyes almost crossed from being more asleep than awake. “What is it?” she asked, mewling softly as she stretched out in the bed, blinking up at V’ler when he said it was Fort Hatching. Indivara sat up swiftly, combing her right hand through her hair to get it off her face as she swore. “But they’re not due for …” she fell off, mumbling to herself about dragons, and ignoring the look of ‘I know that’ that V’ler threw her.
Dressing quickly in a blue winter gown, sturdy boots, and pulling a cloak around her shoulders, Indivara followed V’ler out to the dragons, quickly getting both their blues into their riding straps and mounting up. Venseth gave the directions, and Indivara flashed a quick smile at V’ler before they vanished between, reappearing in the chill pre-dawn at Fort Weyr. Indivara shivered where she was sitting on Venseth, and let the dragon pick his own way to the Sands, glancing back to make sure that V’ler and Veeth had come through between unscathed. They had, of course, but Indivara worried because V’ler worried, and she’d spent enough time studying to be a Weyrlingmaster, and training her own class, to know that such thoughts could prove deadly.
When Venseth landed, Indivara dismounted and straightened her skirt and cloak; she wasn’t prone to dressing up, but it was an outfit K’rin had put together for her to wear to the Hatching, and Indivara was less inclined to put herself at the mercy of his disappointment or displeasure in her not wearing the clothing he’d worked so hard to tailor for her. Besides, she was happy to punch anyone that made a comment about it. Patting Venseth on the neck, Indivara watched him join some of his friends, and she linked her arm through V’ler’s and let him lead them to wherever it was he decided he’d be taking the records of the event from. Usually, they sat on Veeth, so Indivara expected to end up there, after V’ler had made any greetings he felt were needed.
Glancing in the direction of the eggs, and seeing them rock, Indivara wondered what had caused them to hatch so early; she’d never been around a clutch that was so oddly out of the order of expectations. Of course, there was usually some variation in the due date, but this much? Indivara pursed her lips, then smiled and waved at a friend, letting her worry about the Hatching get swept away with less fearful thoughts. They did nothing for the anxiety curling through her stomach, though, and Indivara hoped desperately that this Hatching would be as mundane as all Aradissicath’s previous ones had been.
Dressing quickly in a blue winter gown, sturdy boots, and pulling a cloak around her shoulders, Indivara followed V’ler out to the dragons, quickly getting both their blues into their riding straps and mounting up. Venseth gave the directions, and Indivara flashed a quick smile at V’ler before they vanished between, reappearing in the chill pre-dawn at Fort Weyr. Indivara shivered where she was sitting on Venseth, and let the dragon pick his own way to the Sands, glancing back to make sure that V’ler and Veeth had come through between unscathed. They had, of course, but Indivara worried because V’ler worried, and she’d spent enough time studying to be a Weyrlingmaster, and training her own class, to know that such thoughts could prove deadly.
When Venseth landed, Indivara dismounted and straightened her skirt and cloak; she wasn’t prone to dressing up, but it was an outfit K’rin had put together for her to wear to the Hatching, and Indivara was less inclined to put herself at the mercy of his disappointment or displeasure in her not wearing the clothing he’d worked so hard to tailor for her. Besides, she was happy to punch anyone that made a comment about it. Patting Venseth on the neck, Indivara watched him join some of his friends, and she linked her arm through V’ler’s and let him lead them to wherever it was he decided he’d be taking the records of the event from. Usually, they sat on Veeth, so Indivara expected to end up there, after V’ler had made any greetings he felt were needed.
Glancing in the direction of the eggs, and seeing them rock, Indivara wondered what had caused them to hatch so early; she’d never been around a clutch that was so oddly out of the order of expectations. Of course, there was usually some variation in the due date, but this much? Indivara pursed her lips, then smiled and waved at a friend, letting her worry about the Hatching get swept away with less fearful thoughts. They did nothing for the anxiety curling through her stomach, though, and Indivara hoped desperately that this Hatching would be as mundane as all Aradissicath’s previous ones had been.
