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!
02.Aug.22, 01:16 PM
743.08.02
Someone tried to poison Mylorah. Good thing I was there to just playfully steal a sip or who knows what could have happened... well I know what could have happened. THEN SHE TRIED TO TAKE IT BACK TO DRINK IT AFTER I TOLD HER IT WAS POISONED! As if she could somehow detect it better that way. I swear I do not know how she can be so clever and vibrant and full of life and then just ((there's a frantic mass of scribbling here))
At least once she'd calmed down I convinced her to report the issue to the Weyrleader, but discreetly and suggest he keep his discretion too. It might help them ferret out whoever did this if they announce the crime with no details and see who either knows more than they should or comes around asking awkward questions of the healers.
I'm still so angry that I'm shaking, but at least I held things together until she left to go speak with S'far. Shit. What if they're still out there watching? I should have gone with her. Fret will help me catch up and we can make sure she gets there unharmed. After that I'm just going to hold her and she can fight me all she wants about it.
743.08.03
I, a Master Harper, a theater specialist, first son of Master Harper Ganderfel, Husband to the dark Sorceress Quilriana, have been reduced to three letters. What's a sorceress? A mighty magician don't interrupt I'm having enough trouble only writing my words as it is. The're good letters though. L'ri. I suppose it sounds close enough to Leeri that it's not jarring, but it's still foreign enough that I was a dumb face and didn't realize I was talking to you.
Talked to S'far, that asshole he is beneath us at least willing to do something but I don't remember what. He didn't seem too bothered by it, but I am still trapped here and I have a household to move in a panic AFTER I talk to my wife who doesn't matt-NOW LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT YOU STOLE MY NAME YOU WILL NOT STEAL MY WIFE DON'T THINK I'M NOT WILLING TO GO INSANE I AM A MASTER OF THEATRICS IT WILL ONLY HELP MY GRAND WORKS!
Sorry. Good. Where was I? Quilriana. I need to talk to her and see if she's willing to move for me. Again. While she's having my baby. But maybe a nap might be good for now. A treacherous nap. I need to write that note first to give to Geric to give to Quil. I can do that here in a bit I think. I'll be fine. And at least I have Mylorah here too with her gold.
My dearest most lovely sorceress which is a mighty and powerful terrible magician, she is a dark Queen who rules my heart and the minds of many men didn't I explain this already? I am here in Telgar having become attached to this Maestro of Mischief who is handsome and brilliant and wonderful and an enormous asshole who does this little shit thing he is? I have a proposition! No that's a position, I have an idea to propose, that's a proposition. Or it's some silly word thing that only the archivists care about. Wait, that's preposition. Or is it?
I NEED YOU PLEASE BE WILLING TO MOVE FOR ME AGAIN SO THAT I CAN BE THERE WHEN OUR CHILD HATCHES. Geric can handle moving things, and once K'dar can fly again he can provide escort services and I was going to buy you a lovely home in Telgar Hold, but then I was gently reminded by ((there is a large swatch of scribbled out words here)) by the weyrleader that I could get a weyr big enough for all of us. They have those! I miss you. Please take care of Geric for me. I'll try to send Fret to cuddle you for me every night because L'ri doesn't need to cuddle a firelizard he has me and I'm better.
See, that wasn't so hard. I can stay up! You can! I can write letters! You can! I can punch that smug brownrider in the... what? You can! I don't, why am I what's writing? It's what we're doing now you little Maestro of Mischief. You keep thinking of meaner things. No I don't. What's a shitlord? It's what you are. No it's what you are. It's what we both- ((there's a trail of ink at the end of the page and a smudge as he passes out)).
Someone tried to poison Mylorah. Good thing I was there to just playfully steal a sip or who knows what could have happened... well I know what could have happened. THEN SHE TRIED TO TAKE IT BACK TO DRINK IT AFTER I TOLD HER IT WAS POISONED! As if she could somehow detect it better that way. I swear I do not know how she can be so clever and vibrant and full of life and then just ((there's a frantic mass of scribbling here))
At least once she'd calmed down I convinced her to report the issue to the Weyrleader, but discreetly and suggest he keep his discretion too. It might help them ferret out whoever did this if they announce the crime with no details and see who either knows more than they should or comes around asking awkward questions of the healers.
I'm still so angry that I'm shaking, but at least I held things together until she left to go speak with S'far. Shit. What if they're still out there watching? I should have gone with her. Fret will help me catch up and we can make sure she gets there unharmed. After that I'm just going to hold her and she can fight me all she wants about it.
743.08.03
I, a Master Harper, a theater specialist, first son of Master Harper Ganderfel, Husband to the dark Sorceress Quilriana, have been reduced to three letters. What's a sorceress? A mighty magician don't interrupt I'm having enough trouble only writing my words as it is. The're good letters though. L'ri. I suppose it sounds close enough to Leeri that it's not jarring, but it's still foreign enough that I was a dumb face and didn't realize I was talking to you.
Talked to S'far, that asshole he is beneath us at least willing to do something but I don't remember what. He didn't seem too bothered by it, but I am still trapped here and I have a household to move in a panic AFTER I talk to my wife who doesn't matt-NOW LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT YOU STOLE MY NAME YOU WILL NOT STEAL MY WIFE DON'T THINK I'M NOT WILLING TO GO INSANE I AM A MASTER OF THEATRICS IT WILL ONLY HELP MY GRAND WORKS!
Sorry. Good. Where was I? Quilriana. I need to talk to her and see if she's willing to move for me. Again. While she's having my baby. But maybe a nap might be good for now. A treacherous nap. I need to write that note first to give to Geric to give to Quil. I can do that here in a bit I think. I'll be fine. And at least I have Mylorah here too with her gold.
My dearest most lovely sorceress which is a mighty and powerful terrible magician, she is a dark Queen who rules my heart and the minds of many men didn't I explain this already? I am here in Telgar having become attached to this Maestro of Mischief who is handsome and brilliant and wonderful and an enormous asshole who does this little shit thing he is? I have a proposition! No that's a position, I have an idea to propose, that's a proposition. Or it's some silly word thing that only the archivists care about. Wait, that's preposition. Or is it?
I NEED YOU PLEASE BE WILLING TO MOVE FOR ME AGAIN SO THAT I CAN BE THERE WHEN OUR CHILD HATCHES. Geric can handle moving things, and once K'dar can fly again he can provide escort services and I was going to buy you a lovely home in Telgar Hold, but then I was gently reminded by ((there is a large swatch of scribbled out words here)) by the weyrleader that I could get a weyr big enough for all of us. They have those! I miss you. Please take care of Geric for me. I'll try to send Fret to cuddle you for me every night because L'ri doesn't need to cuddle a firelizard he has me and I'm better.
See, that wasn't so hard. I can stay up! You can! I can write letters! You can! I can punch that smug brownrider in the... what? You can! I don't, why am I what's writing? It's what we're doing now you little Maestro of Mischief. You keep thinking of meaner things. No I don't. What's a shitlord? It's what you are. No it's what you are. It's what we both- ((there's a trail of ink at the end of the page and a smudge as he passes out)).
