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!
10.Jan.13, 01:14 PM
What was it about dragonriders that made them so easy and pleasant to talk to? Certainly, Ellaira got along with most riders far better than with most of the Candidates, as they were as likely to hate the place as not. Ellaira had no other home; born and raised in a Weyr, there was no place she would rather be than in a place with dragons. Combined with the fact that I spent my entire youth with a greenrider, I doubt there's many others I'd feel as comfortable with, she thought to herself as the greenrider talked, making her laugh with the (very accurate) imitation of many riders' reactions to the fire-lizards.
"Not that I've let this little stomach anywhere near dragons!" she said, prodding the blue fire-lizard again. Warbler chirped before gnashing the last bone to shards and consuming the bone meal. "I'm sure that, soon enough, people will realize they're not like to cause harm." She shrugged and smiled at the rider as he confirmed that her memory was, in fact, correct. Ellaira couldn't pin where she'd seen him before, but eventually dismissed the flickering memory as pointless. Who cared? She was seeing him now.
"Yes, though probably not of the group you're assuming," Ellaira replied with a smirk. "I came south at the height of the plague, and I spend very little time with the Weyr's, shall we say, less than pleased guests." She reached across the table when A'liran offered his hand, giving him a firm, though not overly vigorous, handshake. Her hands were calloused from work, and rather strong, a fact she took some pride in.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Ellaira said with a sly smile, releasing his hand. "I'm glad the meal suits. Better than stringy beef, eh?" She took another bite of her meat with a raised brow, enjoying it with a good bit of relish and pride. And why not? The Weyr proper was composed of upwards of three hundred folk, which meant this spread had claimed the lives of around seven hundred of her little quail. There was, of course, no way for just her to manage thousands of quail, let alone the other avians kept in large enough numbers to supply the Weyr with food. It was a good thing that children could manage small birds well enough!
"So, tell me, A'liran," she said when she had finished her mouthful. "What brought you to my table this evening? Surely not just to glimpse at Warbler, here." The fire-lizard, upon hearing his name, peeped rapidly, before piping a fluting song and leaping up to Ellaira's arm. He barely made it, as full of food as he was, and clambered madly to perch, with all sorts of outraged whistles accompanying his struggle. In a few moments, the blue was clinging to her arm, looking over at the greenrider with guileless eyes whirling green.
"Not that I've let this little stomach anywhere near dragons!" she said, prodding the blue fire-lizard again. Warbler chirped before gnashing the last bone to shards and consuming the bone meal. "I'm sure that, soon enough, people will realize they're not like to cause harm." She shrugged and smiled at the rider as he confirmed that her memory was, in fact, correct. Ellaira couldn't pin where she'd seen him before, but eventually dismissed the flickering memory as pointless. Who cared? She was seeing him now.
"Yes, though probably not of the group you're assuming," Ellaira replied with a smirk. "I came south at the height of the plague, and I spend very little time with the Weyr's, shall we say, less than pleased guests." She reached across the table when A'liran offered his hand, giving him a firm, though not overly vigorous, handshake. Her hands were calloused from work, and rather strong, a fact she took some pride in.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Ellaira said with a sly smile, releasing his hand. "I'm glad the meal suits. Better than stringy beef, eh?" She took another bite of her meat with a raised brow, enjoying it with a good bit of relish and pride. And why not? The Weyr proper was composed of upwards of three hundred folk, which meant this spread had claimed the lives of around seven hundred of her little quail. There was, of course, no way for just her to manage thousands of quail, let alone the other avians kept in large enough numbers to supply the Weyr with food. It was a good thing that children could manage small birds well enough!
"So, tell me, A'liran," she said when she had finished her mouthful. "What brought you to my table this evening? Surely not just to glimpse at Warbler, here." The fire-lizard, upon hearing his name, peeped rapidly, before piping a fluting song and leaping up to Ellaira's arm. He barely made it, as full of food as he was, and clambered madly to perch, with all sorts of outraged whistles accompanying his struggle. In a few moments, the blue was clinging to her arm, looking over at the greenrider with guileless eyes whirling green.
