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!
09.Nov.12, 11:07 AM
Indivara was feeling particularly smug as she sat on a stone along the shoreline, the water lapping at her feet. Beside her, she had a bucket filled with warm sand, in which her tunnelsnake egg was resting. Indivara had decided everyone else could hatch wherries - she was hatching a tunnelsnake, specifically one that would be poisonous and latch onto those people that pissed her off. Even with several turns growth, Indivara was remarkably naive at times, but she enjoyed the idea of a pet tunnelsnake as much as she enjoyed the idea of Impressing bronze and shoving it sideways up D'ren's (and every other bastard that said she wouldn't's) arse.
On her other side was a small tub of soap-sand, which Indivara was currently lathering on her leg; it was then followed by a smooth stroke of the razor blade she had stolen from Kerrin. While shaving wasn't really an overly abundant habit for Pernse women, Indivara had found she enjoyed the relaxing time spent primping herself, and that her partners often enjoyed the novelty of smooth legs -- or prickly ones, if she hadn't re-shaved in a while. It amused her. Additionally, Kerrin hated it when she stole his razor blade, which in and of itself was more than enough reason to make sure she did so regularly.
Indivara was hardly a girly-girl, and was as unafraid of the dirt and grit as the majority of the weyr (excluding selected greenriders, most blueriders, all the bronzeriders, and the three goldriders; pansies, the lot of them!) but she also held a strong and obnoxious opinion on personal hygiene; it was incredibly important for the young woman to feel clean and be clean and there was nothing worse than going to bed with sand between her toes! Camping allowed some leeway, of course, but Indivara was sick of feeling grimy and uncomfortable.
As a result, the young woman had packed up her little snake, grabbed a towel and made her way down the beach, leaving the main population behind... after sneaking into Kerrin's tent to steal his razor, and raiding the storage tent to steal soapsand. Mostly, it was being used on the dragons, but Indivara was pretty sure no one would miss any she took. Too bad if they did.
Lowering her leg into the water to rinse it off, Indivara tilted her head and smirked at her companion. "If you say so." The girl's tone was droll, but amused, and blue eyes sparkled as she wet her other leg and lathered it up, setting about shaving once more. Mevrit could be a particularly entertaining companion. Or, Indivara found her funny, anyway. Usually at the other woman's expense.
On her other side was a small tub of soap-sand, which Indivara was currently lathering on her leg; it was then followed by a smooth stroke of the razor blade she had stolen from Kerrin. While shaving wasn't really an overly abundant habit for Pernse women, Indivara had found she enjoyed the relaxing time spent primping herself, and that her partners often enjoyed the novelty of smooth legs -- or prickly ones, if she hadn't re-shaved in a while. It amused her. Additionally, Kerrin hated it when she stole his razor blade, which in and of itself was more than enough reason to make sure she did so regularly.
Indivara was hardly a girly-girl, and was as unafraid of the dirt and grit as the majority of the weyr (excluding selected greenriders, most blueriders, all the bronzeriders, and the three goldriders; pansies, the lot of them!) but she also held a strong and obnoxious opinion on personal hygiene; it was incredibly important for the young woman to feel clean and be clean and there was nothing worse than going to bed with sand between her toes! Camping allowed some leeway, of course, but Indivara was sick of feeling grimy and uncomfortable.
As a result, the young woman had packed up her little snake, grabbed a towel and made her way down the beach, leaving the main population behind... after sneaking into Kerrin's tent to steal his razor, and raiding the storage tent to steal soapsand. Mostly, it was being used on the dragons, but Indivara was pretty sure no one would miss any she took. Too bad if they did.
Lowering her leg into the water to rinse it off, Indivara tilted her head and smirked at her companion. "If you say so." The girl's tone was droll, but amused, and blue eyes sparkled as she wet her other leg and lathered it up, setting about shaving once more. Mevrit could be a particularly entertaining companion. Or, Indivara found her funny, anyway. Usually at the other woman's expense.
