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!
29.Apr.20, 05:23 PM
She ran. Ran hard, fast, and without any intention of stopping. Her feet pounded into the trace, and she found herself mildly angered that her light steps didn’t echo the hardness of her roiling thoughts. Her Runner training was so ingrained that she wasn’t even sure if she could pound the earth with her feet the way inexperienced runners do. Her thoughts flipped back to the events of the past few weeks. She wished she’d never agreed to help her sister during her pregnancy, that she’d never left long enough to allow her parents the time to think on ‘what was to be done with her’, as though she needed to be disposed of or hidden. Her steps faltered briefly as the unpleasantness flitted through her mind like dragons going back and forth between.
Finally, after weeks of enduring talk of ‘a woman’s place is in the hold’ from the folk in her sister’s new holding, the baby boy arrived, shrieking, fists flailing, and healthy, and she had been so happy to return to her home station. But then, to be met by her parents and…a suitor?…who ran a small fishing hold on the coast. Nowhere near any runner stations. They had wanted to introduce her to him and hoped to have her off with him by midsummer. Mercifully, they hadn’t gone so far as to actually promise her hand to him, or at least they hadn’t outright said that to her…she was so shocked by the proposition that she spent the next hours in a daze, wondering if she was walking in a dream. A pouch for Fort was pushed into her hand soon after and she took it, and her mind returned to her. She delivered the pouch, and the next morning left from there deciding to run to the Weyr.
She didn’t know why, but she wanted to be there. She dashed tears from her eyes she hadn’t even realized she’d been crying, and skittered ungracefully to a stop as the trace ended at the main road leading into the Weyr, and soon she entered the bowl. The sight of it took her breath away, as it always did. She didn’t know why, but she felt safe here, like she did when she was out on the traces by herself. She wondered if she would see any of her friends…
Not entirely sure what she was planning to do or where she was planning go go, she walked.
Finally, after weeks of enduring talk of ‘a woman’s place is in the hold’ from the folk in her sister’s new holding, the baby boy arrived, shrieking, fists flailing, and healthy, and she had been so happy to return to her home station. But then, to be met by her parents and…a suitor?…who ran a small fishing hold on the coast. Nowhere near any runner stations. They had wanted to introduce her to him and hoped to have her off with him by midsummer. Mercifully, they hadn’t gone so far as to actually promise her hand to him, or at least they hadn’t outright said that to her…she was so shocked by the proposition that she spent the next hours in a daze, wondering if she was walking in a dream. A pouch for Fort was pushed into her hand soon after and she took it, and her mind returned to her. She delivered the pouch, and the next morning left from there deciding to run to the Weyr.
She didn’t know why, but she wanted to be there. She dashed tears from her eyes she hadn’t even realized she’d been crying, and skittered ungracefully to a stop as the trace ended at the main road leading into the Weyr, and soon she entered the bowl. The sight of it took her breath away, as it always did. She didn’t know why, but she felt safe here, like she did when she was out on the traces by herself. She wondered if she would see any of her friends…
Not entirely sure what she was planning to do or where she was planning go go, she walked.
