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!
05.Dec.12, 09:26 AM
Indivara stalked through the Dining Hall like a five foot hurricane, which was saying quite a lot, since the young woman still hadn't managed to make it past four foot ten. Her long, dark hair was in a mess around her shoulders, slept in but uncared for since arising from bed. Whether that was because Indivara had just awoken, or because she simply hadn’t bothered to brush it when she got up that morning wasn’t immediately determinable. Vivid blue eyes glared at those that got in her way while heavily booted feet stomped on toes. The population of the Weyr was far too busy gossiping about all the havoc that had been raised recently to be of any use what so ever!
“Would you move,” Indivara growled, giving a solid shove to a greenrider gossiping with his boyfriend directly in front of the stack of clean plates. Indivara glared at him viciously when he spat something insulting (or, it was meant to be anyway, Indivara brushed it off without a thought) and snatched a plate and a clean fork. Stupid bloody green riders and their ill-timed (and placed) gossiping nature! Stomping over to the table upon which the lunch foods were placed, Indivara slopped a pile of wherry meat onto her plate, before following it up with various tubbers and vegetables, though there was a distinct lack of the well-known ‘healthy’ ones. Something that wasn’t going to help her ever attain any particular height, but Indivara tended to throw food in people’s faces when they pointed that out.
Holding her plate tightly by the edge in one hand, Indivara made her way to the drinks, filling a large glass with ale she stuck her tongue out at the bluerider that tossed her a wink (keep dreaming, bucko – worse lay ever!) and instructed her two firelizards to get the fuck off her shoulders, Blood Sucker scolding Shit Head until the little gold unwound her tail from around Indivara’s neck and took flight, the pair of them screeching as they dipped and dove ahead, clearing a path through the milling and hungry crowed for their mistress. Indivara didn’t waste their efforts, quickly fleeing the Dining Hall, and making her way back to the Candidate Barracks without any real issue.
“Dining Hall is a fucking slaughter house,” Indivara said cheerfully, watching with smug satisfaction as several candidates lingering in the hall twitched or grimaced at her. Her laughter was bright and mischievous as Blood Sucker chittered happily. Swirling around her head, screeching at Blood Sucker when he hissed at her, Shit Head grumbled her disapproval for the young woman’s taunting of her fellows before falling silent and flickering between to Indivara’s room. “No sense of humour, that one, ‘eh, Sucker?” Indivara tilted her head to lick the firelizard’s cheek – causing the little blue to squawk in surprise – and leap from her shoulder, also vanishing between.
Leaving the firelizards to sulk in her room, Indivara made her way to one of the mess rooms located within the Candidate Barracks, and set herself down at the table, drink and food set out before her as she started shovelling the later into her face. “Yeah?” she asked around a mouthful when she felt eyes on her, looking up to see who else was in the room. “What?”
“Would you move,” Indivara growled, giving a solid shove to a greenrider gossiping with his boyfriend directly in front of the stack of clean plates. Indivara glared at him viciously when he spat something insulting (or, it was meant to be anyway, Indivara brushed it off without a thought) and snatched a plate and a clean fork. Stupid bloody green riders and their ill-timed (and placed) gossiping nature! Stomping over to the table upon which the lunch foods were placed, Indivara slopped a pile of wherry meat onto her plate, before following it up with various tubbers and vegetables, though there was a distinct lack of the well-known ‘healthy’ ones. Something that wasn’t going to help her ever attain any particular height, but Indivara tended to throw food in people’s faces when they pointed that out.
Holding her plate tightly by the edge in one hand, Indivara made her way to the drinks, filling a large glass with ale she stuck her tongue out at the bluerider that tossed her a wink (keep dreaming, bucko – worse lay ever!) and instructed her two firelizards to get the fuck off her shoulders, Blood Sucker scolding Shit Head until the little gold unwound her tail from around Indivara’s neck and took flight, the pair of them screeching as they dipped and dove ahead, clearing a path through the milling and hungry crowed for their mistress. Indivara didn’t waste their efforts, quickly fleeing the Dining Hall, and making her way back to the Candidate Barracks without any real issue.
“Dining Hall is a fucking slaughter house,” Indivara said cheerfully, watching with smug satisfaction as several candidates lingering in the hall twitched or grimaced at her. Her laughter was bright and mischievous as Blood Sucker chittered happily. Swirling around her head, screeching at Blood Sucker when he hissed at her, Shit Head grumbled her disapproval for the young woman’s taunting of her fellows before falling silent and flickering between to Indivara’s room. “No sense of humour, that one, ‘eh, Sucker?” Indivara tilted her head to lick the firelizard’s cheek – causing the little blue to squawk in surprise – and leap from her shoulder, also vanishing between.
Leaving the firelizards to sulk in her room, Indivara made her way to one of the mess rooms located within the Candidate Barracks, and set herself down at the table, drink and food set out before her as she started shovelling the later into her face. “Yeah?” she asked around a mouthful when she felt eyes on her, looking up to see who else was in the room. “What?”
