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.May.22, 01:07 AM
The tremors were back, though at least they didn't last as long as they used to, and didn't appear as frequently. That and he was almost done with the coffee table he'd been working on for his weyrwoman, so the tremors were too late to stop him. He dipped the rag into his little jar of finishing oil for another shaky slide across the surface of the table before pausing to inspect it. Not bad. Not his best work, he could see where a chisel had slipped when he'd gotten distracted, but that was just on one of the legs. "What do you think, old man?" Urudith gave him an annoyed tail twitch from the opposite end of the ledge. I think you should either use an oil that stinks less or go somewhere else to work. Perhaps some brown or blue's ledge.
Despite the grumpiness, S'far still felt the distinct sense of approval from his dragon. So satisfied with a job well done he immediately resealed his bottle and brought it inside to put away while the table spent just a little longer air drying. Following a small lunch, bath, and change of clothes, he grabbed his now dry and finished table and after some careful balancing and maneuvering, brought it to Mulrissa's weyr before knocking on the door. Hopefully she would like the gift, it wasn't especially big or impressive, but it was long enough to fit neatly in front of the couch in the main room she used for entertaining guests. It also held a neatly hidden little drawer just big enough to store things such as documents or even a knife. Just in case someone tried to do something foolish. Again.
He wasn't sure if it was still that damn poison or just the memory of the murders that brought on the sudden pounding headache and he squeezed his eyes shut as he massaged at the bridge of his nose and his temples in an attempt to try and soothe his head without having to take something for it. The rhythmic pressure of his fingers seemed to be working though his eyes were still screwed shut when he heard the door open. "Special delivery, just need a moment to compose myself a bit more before I finish the movement." If his head weren't still dully throbbing he'd have grinned proudly at that one.
Despite the grumpiness, S'far still felt the distinct sense of approval from his dragon. So satisfied with a job well done he immediately resealed his bottle and brought it inside to put away while the table spent just a little longer air drying. Following a small lunch, bath, and change of clothes, he grabbed his now dry and finished table and after some careful balancing and maneuvering, brought it to Mulrissa's weyr before knocking on the door. Hopefully she would like the gift, it wasn't especially big or impressive, but it was long enough to fit neatly in front of the couch in the main room she used for entertaining guests. It also held a neatly hidden little drawer just big enough to store things such as documents or even a knife. Just in case someone tried to do something foolish. Again.
He wasn't sure if it was still that damn poison or just the memory of the murders that brought on the sudden pounding headache and he squeezed his eyes shut as he massaged at the bridge of his nose and his temples in an attempt to try and soothe his head without having to take something for it. The rhythmic pressure of his fingers seemed to be working though his eyes were still screwed shut when he heard the door open. "Special delivery, just need a moment to compose myself a bit more before I finish the movement." If his head weren't still dully throbbing he'd have grinned proudly at that one.
