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!
22.Jun.12, 07:23 AM
The lithe figure of the small girl slipped easily out of the chaos of the dining hall as the majority of the Weyr's population made their way into it for the midday meal. No one noticed the small pre-teen leaving, and if they did, they made no comment that the girl could hear or took the time to hear. In one hand, Indivara was carefully balancing a plate full of her lunch, a selection of roasted vegetables and slices of juicy wherry meat. Perfect for eating out in the dappled shade on the outskirts of the Gather Square! In her other hand, she held a very large, dewy glass of juice - the second glass she had collected, after swiftly guzzling the first. Now, with her stomach lined and her lunch imminent, Indivara made her way to a large tree on the outskirts of the Square, and carefully settled herself down and under it's extended branches, enjoying the subtle lighting that came through the leaves and winked at the ground below.
She really did love trees.
Curling her legs up under herself, Indivara rested her plate of food across her knees and picked at it delicately as she settled the glass of juice very carefully beside her, making sure it wouldn't be tipped over or lost to the grass. Fresh, cool juice was far too good to risk losing. Besides which, she was pretty sure whichever dragonpair had been tasked with cooling all the drinks between would be as unhappy with the loss of the drink as she would be. As if to justify her love of and appreciation for the food she'd gotten for herself, and the drink at her side, Indivara devoured the lot quickly and efficiently, and set both plate and glass aside against the tree trunk.
Content, her belly full of food and her mind lazy, Indivara leaned back against the trunk of the tree herself, and dug around in her pocket for the small bottle she had stashed there, stolen from the kitchen. It was a decent sized little bottle, but easily held in both hands and hidden without too much issue. It was plugged with a cork, and contained clear liquid that smelt faintly of lavender. Pulling the cork out with her fingertips, Indivara placed it aside, and dug around further in her pocket, until she pulled out a small strand of wire with a little hoop at the end. It was decently sized, but not quite so big as to not fit inside the bottle - which was exactly where Indivara shoved it indelicately.
Withdrawing the loop of wire, Indivara held it over the mouth of the bottle, so the drips fell back inside, and blew gently, watching with placid amusement as a bubble formed, and floated away, followed rapidly by fellows before the use of the first dip into the liquid expired and she was required to repeat the process. Within a matter of moments, the air around and under the tree was filled with softly floating bubbles, the subtle scent of lavender and the bright blue gaze of Indivara as she watched the bubbles with a rare, placid expression.
Sometimes, the simplest of things in life were the most relaxing.
Indvara brushed her hair back from her face with her wrist, and blew some more bubbles, smiling slightly as two joined up, making a bigger bubble to float up for a moment, before a whisper of wind blew it down toward the grass. It popped and Indivara pouted for a moment. Then she was blowing more, watching them float and dance on the subtle spring breeze, the dappled shadows playing with the natural rainbow nature of the soapy liquid.
[sup]Open; see here! =)[/sup]
She really did love trees.
Curling her legs up under herself, Indivara rested her plate of food across her knees and picked at it delicately as she settled the glass of juice very carefully beside her, making sure it wouldn't be tipped over or lost to the grass. Fresh, cool juice was far too good to risk losing. Besides which, she was pretty sure whichever dragonpair had been tasked with cooling all the drinks between would be as unhappy with the loss of the drink as she would be. As if to justify her love of and appreciation for the food she'd gotten for herself, and the drink at her side, Indivara devoured the lot quickly and efficiently, and set both plate and glass aside against the tree trunk.
Content, her belly full of food and her mind lazy, Indivara leaned back against the trunk of the tree herself, and dug around in her pocket for the small bottle she had stashed there, stolen from the kitchen. It was a decent sized little bottle, but easily held in both hands and hidden without too much issue. It was plugged with a cork, and contained clear liquid that smelt faintly of lavender. Pulling the cork out with her fingertips, Indivara placed it aside, and dug around further in her pocket, until she pulled out a small strand of wire with a little hoop at the end. It was decently sized, but not quite so big as to not fit inside the bottle - which was exactly where Indivara shoved it indelicately.
Withdrawing the loop of wire, Indivara held it over the mouth of the bottle, so the drips fell back inside, and blew gently, watching with placid amusement as a bubble formed, and floated away, followed rapidly by fellows before the use of the first dip into the liquid expired and she was required to repeat the process. Within a matter of moments, the air around and under the tree was filled with softly floating bubbles, the subtle scent of lavender and the bright blue gaze of Indivara as she watched the bubbles with a rare, placid expression.
Sometimes, the simplest of things in life were the most relaxing.
Indvara brushed her hair back from her face with her wrist, and blew some more bubbles, smiling slightly as two joined up, making a bigger bubble to float up for a moment, before a whisper of wind blew it down toward the grass. It popped and Indivara pouted for a moment. Then she was blowing more, watching them float and dance on the subtle spring breeze, the dappled shadows playing with the natural rainbow nature of the soapy liquid.
[sup]Open; see here! =)[/sup]
