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, 04:55 PM
Sennia actually paled at the mention of going north and quit cleaning all together. She heard Firah, but much of it seemed to come through a filter. Like her ears were stuff. She actually leaned back and let the plate she’d been cleaning remain submerged. “I… I suppose, yes. The odds are against me.” It was all she could say without choking up. The idea she might return north and, what, see the family she’d been pulled from? Meet up with her husband and is new wife, caring for the little girl she had given birth to?
It took a long moment for Sennia to compose herself, steering her thoughts back to the dragons. That would be safer. She glanced at Firah before nodding vaguely, like she was agreeing with one of his points. Rather than continue in that vein, the words tumbled from her mouth she’d never said before. “I don’t really want to impress a gold.” She had to blink several times as the statement rang true. She didn’t. The possible responsibility of weyrwoman? The idea the dragon would turn into an incubator for the weyr, as Sennia had intended to be in life, stung. The comparisons were too true, too close to her heart. Embarrassed by her outburst and further upset by it, Sennia remarked, “But there really isn’t anything else for me.” To have been taken from her family only to be shoved in some room to produce children for the weyr smacked of a betrayal. Of what, she wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like her husband would go wife-less, her daughter would go mother-less. Sennia had already been replaced in that time, in her former life where everything had already been laid out and it made sense.
Sennia dropped another plate but didn’t care to pick it up. She stared at her hands a moment as the quiet horror of that reality settled on her shoulders. It was only after another attempt at composure did she smile for Firah, trying to play off her comments as nothing more than the senseless outburst from a tired candidate. “Who knows, maybe you will Impress. The odds, as you say, are greater for you. And even if… “ she looked around, trying to figure out which part of the weyr she should remark on, but settled with, “you impress a Green at least you’ll have more to do here.” Sennia didn’t touch another plate but turned her eyes back to her hands in the water. “Or is it not so good for a boy to impress a green? I can’t ever keep up with what’s good and what’s not.” She paused long enough to sigh. “What would you want, if you could impress?” Safer territory than what they had been discussing at previous.
She’d thought it would be safer to have more company than her own thoughts, but Firah seemed to be hitting all the hard points her thoughts tried to steer from. It was made more real by another commenting on it. Firah was in much the same position as she – waiting to impress, stolen from his life. Did he have a wife? A daughter? Sennia caught herself really watching him, curious just how similar they were. Did he think everything would go back to normal if they went north?
It took a long moment for Sennia to compose herself, steering her thoughts back to the dragons. That would be safer. She glanced at Firah before nodding vaguely, like she was agreeing with one of his points. Rather than continue in that vein, the words tumbled from her mouth she’d never said before. “I don’t really want to impress a gold.” She had to blink several times as the statement rang true. She didn’t. The possible responsibility of weyrwoman? The idea the dragon would turn into an incubator for the weyr, as Sennia had intended to be in life, stung. The comparisons were too true, too close to her heart. Embarrassed by her outburst and further upset by it, Sennia remarked, “But there really isn’t anything else for me.” To have been taken from her family only to be shoved in some room to produce children for the weyr smacked of a betrayal. Of what, she wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like her husband would go wife-less, her daughter would go mother-less. Sennia had already been replaced in that time, in her former life where everything had already been laid out and it made sense.
Sennia dropped another plate but didn’t care to pick it up. She stared at her hands a moment as the quiet horror of that reality settled on her shoulders. It was only after another attempt at composure did she smile for Firah, trying to play off her comments as nothing more than the senseless outburst from a tired candidate. “Who knows, maybe you will Impress. The odds, as you say, are greater for you. And even if… “ she looked around, trying to figure out which part of the weyr she should remark on, but settled with, “you impress a Green at least you’ll have more to do here.” Sennia didn’t touch another plate but turned her eyes back to her hands in the water. “Or is it not so good for a boy to impress a green? I can’t ever keep up with what’s good and what’s not.” She paused long enough to sigh. “What would you want, if you could impress?” Safer territory than what they had been discussing at previous.
She’d thought it would be safer to have more company than her own thoughts, but Firah seemed to be hitting all the hard points her thoughts tried to steer from. It was made more real by another commenting on it. Firah was in much the same position as she – waiting to impress, stolen from his life. Did he have a wife? A daughter? Sennia caught herself really watching him, curious just how similar they were. Did he think everything would go back to normal if they went north?
Come along now, come along with me
