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!
12.Sep.12, 01:29 AM
S'kef wasn't in the shape he'd been in before his illness, that much was certain. But he sure as shells wasn't in the worst shape in the wing. As he trotted to slow stop and looked around, he was pleased to see his adorable little J'ver doing surprisingly well. S'kef didn't think well of greenriders and he knew his own little pet was awfully dainty at times, but J'ver had put in far more effort than S'kef expected. While others sprawled on the grass or rubbed their aching sides, S'kef wiped some sweat from his forehead and walked over to J'ver.
"Look at you," S'kef whispered affectionately as he leaned in close, trying to disguise the affectionate gesture as a conspiratorial whisper rather than what it truly was. He still wasn't comfortable displaying his affection for the greenrider publicly, though he knew being openly gentle towards a greenrider would help his reputation. He'd spent too long maintaining that he didn't like the affections of other men to go back on that now, at least not without great embarrassment. Still, he allowed himself the briefest of tender moments as he lifted J'ver's chin and wiped his brow. "You're the best of your kind, just like always," the brownrider purred. Then, as he heard the wingleader's call, he turned and walked in, not bothering to wait on J'ver. The little spitfire could walk a straight line on his own, unlike these other slobs.
As he approached, S'kef found himself both amused and impressed. The wingleader had relayed ordered to the wingsecond, who snarled at them all to be obeyed without pause; yet now, the wingleader scolded them all for not making the logical pauses. S'kef had certainly puzzled at the lack of stretches. He was certain others had been, as well. R'nya's points were all good, but it didn't mean much to wingriders who'd been caught between logic and fairness on one side and abrupt, callous orders on the other. It amused S'kef, who'd seen plenty of leaders put new wings in such a position just to keep them on their toes.
If it was bad for anyone, it was bad for T'shiro. He was the one growling, after all.
Now, the comment on initiative left S'kef uncertain. He'd have loved to point out any number of things, but he didn't want to look too eager. He was eager, but looking too eager was an amateur mistake. He didn't want to suck up and point out anything that the wingleader already had, either.
Still, he recognized a test when he saw one.
While deadly serious in his pursuits, the brownrider found himself tingling with delight at the game.
He waited a moment, giving the blowhards a chance to bark before offering a salute and stepping forward. "Wingleader," he said in polite acknowledgement, neither overly rigid nor casual. "I would recommend individual evaluations and skill assessment." They were clearly a diverse group, with some in much better shape than others and all with differing weaknesses. That's how he would have started.
Of course, if R'nya was as smart as he seemed, he'd already be doing that in his head.
S'kef paid no attention to Tyrrisath, who took off quietly with the others. Tyrrisath still had his riding straps on, but damned if they weren't perfect.
"Look at you," S'kef whispered affectionately as he leaned in close, trying to disguise the affectionate gesture as a conspiratorial whisper rather than what it truly was. He still wasn't comfortable displaying his affection for the greenrider publicly, though he knew being openly gentle towards a greenrider would help his reputation. He'd spent too long maintaining that he didn't like the affections of other men to go back on that now, at least not without great embarrassment. Still, he allowed himself the briefest of tender moments as he lifted J'ver's chin and wiped his brow. "You're the best of your kind, just like always," the brownrider purred. Then, as he heard the wingleader's call, he turned and walked in, not bothering to wait on J'ver. The little spitfire could walk a straight line on his own, unlike these other slobs.
As he approached, S'kef found himself both amused and impressed. The wingleader had relayed ordered to the wingsecond, who snarled at them all to be obeyed without pause; yet now, the wingleader scolded them all for not making the logical pauses. S'kef had certainly puzzled at the lack of stretches. He was certain others had been, as well. R'nya's points were all good, but it didn't mean much to wingriders who'd been caught between logic and fairness on one side and abrupt, callous orders on the other. It amused S'kef, who'd seen plenty of leaders put new wings in such a position just to keep them on their toes.
If it was bad for anyone, it was bad for T'shiro. He was the one growling, after all.
Now, the comment on initiative left S'kef uncertain. He'd have loved to point out any number of things, but he didn't want to look too eager. He was eager, but looking too eager was an amateur mistake. He didn't want to suck up and point out anything that the wingleader already had, either.
Still, he recognized a test when he saw one.
While deadly serious in his pursuits, the brownrider found himself tingling with delight at the game.
He waited a moment, giving the blowhards a chance to bark before offering a salute and stepping forward. "Wingleader," he said in polite acknowledgement, neither overly rigid nor casual. "I would recommend individual evaluations and skill assessment." They were clearly a diverse group, with some in much better shape than others and all with differing weaknesses. That's how he would have started.
Of course, if R'nya was as smart as he seemed, he'd already be doing that in his head.
S'kef paid no attention to Tyrrisath, who took off quietly with the others. Tyrrisath still had his riding straps on, but damned if they weren't perfect.
