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!
25.Jan.12, 07:49 AM
There was a reason Volfetti was trained in the seacrafting craft. Having been assigned to making clothes as a chore she had come to appreciate her craft even more and was constantly finding new ways to escape this task. Today she was going for a stroll, despite swollen feet and her prolific sweating. She had just made it past the hatching circuit when she heard the loud shriek of a girl announcing lunch time. Glancing around she decided to head over to the construction, hoping to find some sort of buffet available to the workers there.
Wiping her forehead with the back of her hand she held it there to shade her eyes, noting the long tables that weyrfolk and dragonriders were gathering around. Spying the table laden with drinks she beelined towards it, well, slowly shuffled over. Ignoring those that may have greeted her she stared at the glasses and jugs hungrily, touching each jug to find the coolest one. Glancing over to where Indivara stood offering Lymsleia a glass Volfetti noticed the frosting the icy juice was creating on the cup. Narrowing her eyes she waddled over, her rotund belly swaying as she walked awkwardly.
Reaching out she practically snatched the jug right beside Indivara, filling a tall glass with the red liquid. Downing it in what appeared to be one gulp she refilled it, this time sipping it and savouring the taste opposed to the hydration of the first glass. Now she finally looked up at Indivara and Lymsleia, acknowledging them with a small nod. Continuing to sip at the juice she stared at Lymsleia, her eyes wide and curious. For whatever reasons, Volfetti had barely spent any time with Lymsleia, having only interacted with her in the healing hall during some pregnancy-related visits. Despite coming from Ista, her naturally dark skin consumed Volfetti with curiosity; did it make her hotter? Did she get sunburnt, or tan? Her questions were left unasked for the moment, in a rare moment of respect she allowed the two to continue their conversation uninterrupted.
Wiping her forehead with the back of her hand she held it there to shade her eyes, noting the long tables that weyrfolk and dragonriders were gathering around. Spying the table laden with drinks she beelined towards it, well, slowly shuffled over. Ignoring those that may have greeted her she stared at the glasses and jugs hungrily, touching each jug to find the coolest one. Glancing over to where Indivara stood offering Lymsleia a glass Volfetti noticed the frosting the icy juice was creating on the cup. Narrowing her eyes she waddled over, her rotund belly swaying as she walked awkwardly.
Reaching out she practically snatched the jug right beside Indivara, filling a tall glass with the red liquid. Downing it in what appeared to be one gulp she refilled it, this time sipping it and savouring the taste opposed to the hydration of the first glass. Now she finally looked up at Indivara and Lymsleia, acknowledging them with a small nod. Continuing to sip at the juice she stared at Lymsleia, her eyes wide and curious. For whatever reasons, Volfetti had barely spent any time with Lymsleia, having only interacted with her in the healing hall during some pregnancy-related visits. Despite coming from Ista, her naturally dark skin consumed Volfetti with curiosity; did it make her hotter? Did she get sunburnt, or tan? Her questions were left unasked for the moment, in a rare moment of respect she allowed the two to continue their conversation uninterrupted.
