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!
08.Feb.12, 12:00 AM
R'nd wasn't one of the first to arrive but he did find his way to the hall and grab a seat early enough to observe those that beat him there and the ones that straggled in behind. He gave a stretch, still feeling a bit stiff from the exercising that preceded the meeting before resting his elbow on the table with his hand cupping his chin and cheek while grey eyes roamed about the room, paying attention to no one in particular but collecting an overall feel for the summons. It was always interesting to see how everyone acted at such times and how some wilder personalities were tamed by the mere presence of D'ren.
No one seemed to know what the weyrleader had to say and it was amusing to hear the whispered rumours and assumptions as to why they had been called together although the ones about illnesses left a sour taste in his mouth until he tuned those chatterboxes out. It seemed the buzz about the room that created a strange atmosphere of nervousness mingling with excitement had an affect on D'ren as well with the way he fidgeted and looked uncomfortable, though that could have just been from the clothing that suited the man well and was a nice change from his usual riding leathers. But whatever the reason, they would soon find out as the weyrleader called for attention.
No one seemed to know what the weyrleader had to say and it was amusing to hear the whispered rumours and assumptions as to why they had been called together although the ones about illnesses left a sour taste in his mouth until he tuned those chatterboxes out. It seemed the buzz about the room that created a strange atmosphere of nervousness mingling with excitement had an affect on D'ren as well with the way he fidgeted and looked uncomfortable, though that could have just been from the clothing that suited the man well and was a nice change from his usual riding leathers. But whatever the reason, they would soon find out as the weyrleader called for attention.
