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!
15.Oct.12, 02:11 AM
Bordtai had been surprised to find the single man at the table move both his plate and papers out of the way so he could quickly wipe down the spot. Taking quick advantage of it, he had the man’s space clean in two efficient swipes before moving down just a little bit. When the man spoke his question about a favorite game, however, Bordtai stopped what he was doing and looked behind him. Finding no one there, he made sure there was also nobody on either side of him before returning a confused look back at the man.
“Me, Sir?” he asked, a little confused that he was being address by a man with rider knots on his shoulder. More complex than most knots too, so while Bordtai wasn’t sure exactly what the man’s rank was, he knew that the more complicated the knots the higher he was on the food chain.
Deciding that the man was in fact talking to him now that he returned his searching gaze, Bordtai managed a small shrug. He would have liked to answer the man, his voice was one that could have easily been used to coax answers out of anyone unwilling to give them, but he really had no answer for the man. Bordtai picked up extra chores just to stay out of trouble and when there was no chores or he was chased out from under foot, he made a point of avoiding other weyrbrats so that the world was quieter and his headaches would not seem as terrible.
“I dunno, Sir.” He finally said, his chest falling a bit before he looked back down at the table and rewashed the same spot he’d just done. “I guess the game with the rag ball looks fun. The brats, they choose teams and kick the ball to their friends.” He said, not really sure what the name of the game was since he’d never really joined in or asked questions. He’d just stop to watch for a few minutes before moving along. To be honest, he never wanted to give them a chance to kick the ball at his face, or trip him like some of the larger brats would do to the smaller ones during the game.
“Me, Sir?” he asked, a little confused that he was being address by a man with rider knots on his shoulder. More complex than most knots too, so while Bordtai wasn’t sure exactly what the man’s rank was, he knew that the more complicated the knots the higher he was on the food chain.
Deciding that the man was in fact talking to him now that he returned his searching gaze, Bordtai managed a small shrug. He would have liked to answer the man, his voice was one that could have easily been used to coax answers out of anyone unwilling to give them, but he really had no answer for the man. Bordtai picked up extra chores just to stay out of trouble and when there was no chores or he was chased out from under foot, he made a point of avoiding other weyrbrats so that the world was quieter and his headaches would not seem as terrible.
“I dunno, Sir.” He finally said, his chest falling a bit before he looked back down at the table and rewashed the same spot he’d just done. “I guess the game with the rag ball looks fun. The brats, they choose teams and kick the ball to their friends.” He said, not really sure what the name of the game was since he’d never really joined in or asked questions. He’d just stop to watch for a few minutes before moving along. To be honest, he never wanted to give them a chance to kick the ball at his face, or trip him like some of the larger brats would do to the smaller ones during the game.
