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!
23.Aug.13, 12:55 AM
V'riy's eyes narrowed as he read the note posted on the bulletin board. Inwardly he felt his anger rising to the boiling point, but outwardly he remained as cool, calm, and collected as ever. The disrespect shown to the former Weyrleader was appalling, as well as to Jada and her Krypth. He didn't find the note humorous at all with the except of Tsuen being called "a crazy bat". It was degrading to gold and bronze riders alike. While he was in the practice of avoiding gold riders and didn't particularly care for any of the current ones, this was just going too far.
As his eyes moved across the disgusting piece of writing in front of him, V'riy shook his head from side to side and clucked disapprovingly. Finishing, he turned to O'wain, his voice was mildly amused. "The author's writing skill leaves something to be desired," he commented, misleading O'wain to think that he was disappointed with the writer rather than pissed off at the note's content. "Apparently neither of them come anywhere close to your superior bedroom skills," he chuckled.
The bronzerider had a hell of a time preventing himself from pulling the note down off the bulletin board forcefully and ripping it to smithereens. Oh, how he wanted to. He rocked forward and backward on his feet and sternly reminded himself that he while he was a bronzerider, he was only a wingrider and in no position to take any action to search out and discipline the author. Since he wouldn't be able to handle it the way he wanted, he left the note up.
It was a good thing O'wain was there. The brownrider's presence made it impossible for V'riy to give in to his desire to pulverize the offending piece of parchment. "What's your favorite part?" he inquired of O'wain casually, barely managing to contain his anger.
As his eyes moved across the disgusting piece of writing in front of him, V'riy shook his head from side to side and clucked disapprovingly. Finishing, he turned to O'wain, his voice was mildly amused. "The author's writing skill leaves something to be desired," he commented, misleading O'wain to think that he was disappointed with the writer rather than pissed off at the note's content. "Apparently neither of them come anywhere close to your superior bedroom skills," he chuckled.
The bronzerider had a hell of a time preventing himself from pulling the note down off the bulletin board forcefully and ripping it to smithereens. Oh, how he wanted to. He rocked forward and backward on his feet and sternly reminded himself that he while he was a bronzerider, he was only a wingrider and in no position to take any action to search out and discipline the author. Since he wouldn't be able to handle it the way he wanted, he left the note up.
It was a good thing O'wain was there. The brownrider's presence made it impossible for V'riy to give in to his desire to pulverize the offending piece of parchment. "What's your favorite part?" he inquired of O'wain casually, barely managing to contain his anger.
