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!
03.Jan.14, 04:39 PM
He popped the bubble that had landed on his arm when Sennia dropped the plate, amused that it left a thin circle of cleanliness in its wake. It was probably a good idea for him to bathe before flopping into his bed later, he might not mind being dirty but that didn't really extend to his bed. "Well you know, things like that happen." He put the plate he'd been working on onto the stack of clean ones. "All the women they took plus the girls here that want to Impress a Gold, and add in the fact that there is only one Gold per clutch generally," he shrugged, "Its not so much that you failed, as the odds are against you. They also say that there is only one dragon for you or some nonsen..." He cleared his throat, "...thing like that." Way to almost rub your cynicism in her face Firah, that was smooth. As someone who actually liked being around women he tried to not show his derisive side if he could help it, it wasn't really an attractive feature in someone people wanted to be around.
"Its one more hatching before we move North again." Hopefully. "You should try standing one more time if you really want to be a Goldrider." Now that that bitch Tsuen passed away the Weyr was getting a fresh batch of Goldriders. Which was nice, since they'd be going home and didn't have to slum it in the South anymore. He was loathe to admit it but he felt a little better about his position in life ever since, like some kind of revenge happened for forcefully disrupting and uprooting numerous lives just to maybe Impress a Dragon. A guilty expression flitted quickly across his face as he tried to bury those thoughts. "Even I was thinking of standing one last time. Shocking I know. But I've sat through so many hatchings with a chance of Impressing four separate colors, I don't think one more hatching is going to change much." Another dish was added to the clean pile.
"That or, just sitting in the stands like I do fifty percent of the time." He might not like Dragonriders but he didn't so much mind the baby Dragons. As a person who was fond of animals watching the babies hatch and flop around before they Impressed was actually nice to watch. They were animals after all. Very smart and very large, but animals nevertheless. Which made them cute until they became part of the problem, which he knew was an inevitable task they needed to complete. He hated being so torn up in side about the issue. When he first got to Katila everything was black and white. Dragonriders were assholes and the Stolen crafters didn't want anything to do with them. Now... NOW it was all so grey and annoying. Now he had close acquaintances who were Stolen and now were Riders. He liked baby dragons but disliked them in a human/dragon team. Firah sighed as he scrubbed at another dish. He just had to wait. Everything would change when they moved North. Hopefully everything would go back to normal and he wouldn't have to see another dragon ever again.
"Its one more hatching before we move North again." Hopefully. "You should try standing one more time if you really want to be a Goldrider." Now that that bitch Tsuen passed away the Weyr was getting a fresh batch of Goldriders. Which was nice, since they'd be going home and didn't have to slum it in the South anymore. He was loathe to admit it but he felt a little better about his position in life ever since, like some kind of revenge happened for forcefully disrupting and uprooting numerous lives just to maybe Impress a Dragon. A guilty expression flitted quickly across his face as he tried to bury those thoughts. "Even I was thinking of standing one last time. Shocking I know. But I've sat through so many hatchings with a chance of Impressing four separate colors, I don't think one more hatching is going to change much." Another dish was added to the clean pile.
"That or, just sitting in the stands like I do fifty percent of the time." He might not like Dragonriders but he didn't so much mind the baby Dragons. As a person who was fond of animals watching the babies hatch and flop around before they Impressed was actually nice to watch. They were animals after all. Very smart and very large, but animals nevertheless. Which made them cute until they became part of the problem, which he knew was an inevitable task they needed to complete. He hated being so torn up in side about the issue. When he first got to Katila everything was black and white. Dragonriders were assholes and the Stolen crafters didn't want anything to do with them. Now... NOW it was all so grey and annoying. Now he had close acquaintances who were Stolen and now were Riders. He liked baby dragons but disliked them in a human/dragon team. Firah sighed as he scrubbed at another dish. He just had to wait. Everything would change when they moved North. Hopefully everything would go back to normal and he wouldn't have to see another dragon ever again.
