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!
18.Aug.13, 08:53 PM
S'kef snorted. "I've never seen her do that before," he said wth igust. Were he not so focused on the bad image it presented, he might have been amused. Perhaps he would be amused when he thought about it later. He had to work so hard to keep his temper in check and be pleasant for people he'd rather not be pleasant for. It was good business, not to mention part of his responsibility. A Weyrsecond could growl at people and an unemployed drifting brownrider certainly could, but the Weyrleader needed to at least try to be in control of his emotions. The idea of his little Flit spitting and hissing in response to what he couldn't was, in it's own way, touching.
Fire lizards really could be such charming things. He let out a slow, dry laugh and reached up to press one finger to the creature's side, earning a squeak of delight as she started to cuddle against him. The small touch was all it took to cheer her up. She could feel his pleasure and forgiveness, and he could feel her joy.
"I'm not suspicious of you," S'kef grunted as he seated himself again, dusting away some of the scattered food. "I'm frustrated by your evasiveness. Not quite the same thing." Ah, his wine was here. He took it from the person who'd brought it without even bothering to look and see who they were, then took a drink. Flit sniffed at the rim of the glass, but stopped abruptly when he cut his eyes at her.
Fire lizards really could be such charming things. He let out a slow, dry laugh and reached up to press one finger to the creature's side, earning a squeak of delight as she started to cuddle against him. The small touch was all it took to cheer her up. She could feel his pleasure and forgiveness, and he could feel her joy.
"I'm not suspicious of you," S'kef grunted as he seated himself again, dusting away some of the scattered food. "I'm frustrated by your evasiveness. Not quite the same thing." Ah, his wine was here. He took it from the person who'd brought it without even bothering to look and see who they were, then took a drink. Flit sniffed at the rim of the glass, but stopped abruptly when he cut his eyes at her.
