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!
13.Feb.12, 10:41 AM
Kerrin seemed to wilt just as visibly as Grith had when Nirinath bespoke him next, despite the rarity of the event and the little thrill of pride and mingled shock brought about by the regal mind-voice echoing in his head... for Katila's beloved golden queen was urging him to do just the thing he hadn't been wanting to do! Of course he wasn't a dragon to have to obey the queen unquestioningly, but the reluctant weyrbrat knew that only an idiot of his station would deny the honor of a request for help directly from Nirinath herself. Despite the opinions of many Katilan weyrfolk to the contrary, Kerrin did not consider himself an idiot.
And besides, the gold's offer was appealing enough - Tsuen was probably one of the best tailors in the entire weyr, and she never had time to help teach him!
"All right," Kerrin sighed, but for a long moment he could only watch with a slight twinge of horror crossing his pouting features as Par'a dipped her sash into the stinking oil and began applying it to the moping green dragon's hide. He swallowed, wondering which of the garments on his person he was willing to sacrifice to the cause... until he caught sight of Grith's eyes whirling grey with her pain. He couldn't feel her hurt in the same way Par'a could, nor did the little green bespeak him in order to convey her distress, but just the knowledge that the dragon ached and he could do something to relieve that pain was enough to spur the boy into action. Hastily he stripped off his outer jerkin, tossing it far enough aside that he was confident it would be safe from splashes. The inner shirt - the chosen sacrifice - soon followed, and it proved a quick and efficient tool for soaking up the oil and slopping it onto the stuck dragon's opposite side. The green's little wiggles helped to move the oil into the cracks between hide and doorframe as rider and still-slightly-sullen weyrbrat worked together to lubricate the wedged-in beast.
And besides, the gold's offer was appealing enough - Tsuen was probably one of the best tailors in the entire weyr, and she never had time to help teach him!
"All right," Kerrin sighed, but for a long moment he could only watch with a slight twinge of horror crossing his pouting features as Par'a dipped her sash into the stinking oil and began applying it to the moping green dragon's hide. He swallowed, wondering which of the garments on his person he was willing to sacrifice to the cause... until he caught sight of Grith's eyes whirling grey with her pain. He couldn't feel her hurt in the same way Par'a could, nor did the little green bespeak him in order to convey her distress, but just the knowledge that the dragon ached and he could do something to relieve that pain was enough to spur the boy into action. Hastily he stripped off his outer jerkin, tossing it far enough aside that he was confident it would be safe from splashes. The inner shirt - the chosen sacrifice - soon followed, and it proved a quick and efficient tool for soaking up the oil and slopping it onto the stuck dragon's opposite side. The green's little wiggles helped to move the oil into the cracks between hide and doorframe as rider and still-slightly-sullen weyrbrat worked together to lubricate the wedged-in beast.
