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!
28.Mar.12, 09:03 AM
"They're not," Indivara breathed, even as she clung to the side of her friend, fingers still twisted in Jada's shirt. Kerrin had gotten the brave front, the anger, and the deep loathing for the situation she found herself in. She should probably feel guilty about that, but Indivara was aware of the strange foundation their friendship was built upon and knew the older weyrbrat would understand - did understand. The young girl was fairly sure apologies had never been a part of their fairly abusive relationship, and she certainly wasn't about to be the first to throw a sorry at her friend! If he wanted sorries and sweet words, he certainly wouldn't hear them coming from her lips!
In contrast, the Weyrleaders had gotten her more meek side, as the child curled up on herself and did her best not to draw more trouble down on her head from their hands. After B'jin's lashing, Indivara had no desire to become the next victim of the blood thirsty brownrider, or the grumpy bronzerider. Her face was scarred plenty to cover that, and she had had enough broken bones over her brief history to cover that, too. She didn't need her back covered in nasty lash marks and more stitching. She assumed the Weyrleaders had agreed with her musing, or had been mellowed by the sight of her stitched face and shoulders. Indivara shivered, and pressed tighter against Jada's side as the harper lead her down the hall to where Krypth was waiting.
The goldrider to be was getting the side Indivara had, for the past three days, been keeping to herself or occasionally her mother. Tearful, pitiful and deeply depressed. "Sorry," Indivara whispered, retracting herself carefully from Jada at the weyrling girl's words, taking them as a polite request for Indivara to excuse herself. She lingered as Jada continued speaking, the corner of her lip twitching at the woman's comment about her dragon. When Krypth's indignant question bloomed through her mind, Indivara gave a soft little laugh, more breath than sound. Unfortunately, stressed and high strung as she was, Indivara's breathy giggles turned into breathy sobs with very little warning. The tears that had been lingering, just waiting, suddenly toppled down her face in large drops.
"S-s-sorry," she choked, swaying on the spot as she fought to control the strong wave of emotions she usually bottled away. Dragonriders didn't cry. Bronzeriders didn't cry! Especially over something so pathetic as one's features!
In contrast, the Weyrleaders had gotten her more meek side, as the child curled up on herself and did her best not to draw more trouble down on her head from their hands. After B'jin's lashing, Indivara had no desire to become the next victim of the blood thirsty brownrider, or the grumpy bronzerider. Her face was scarred plenty to cover that, and she had had enough broken bones over her brief history to cover that, too. She didn't need her back covered in nasty lash marks and more stitching. She assumed the Weyrleaders had agreed with her musing, or had been mellowed by the sight of her stitched face and shoulders. Indivara shivered, and pressed tighter against Jada's side as the harper lead her down the hall to where Krypth was waiting.
The goldrider to be was getting the side Indivara had, for the past three days, been keeping to herself or occasionally her mother. Tearful, pitiful and deeply depressed. "Sorry," Indivara whispered, retracting herself carefully from Jada at the weyrling girl's words, taking them as a polite request for Indivara to excuse herself. She lingered as Jada continued speaking, the corner of her lip twitching at the woman's comment about her dragon. When Krypth's indignant question bloomed through her mind, Indivara gave a soft little laugh, more breath than sound. Unfortunately, stressed and high strung as she was, Indivara's breathy giggles turned into breathy sobs with very little warning. The tears that had been lingering, just waiting, suddenly toppled down her face in large drops.
"S-s-sorry," she choked, swaying on the spot as she fought to control the strong wave of emotions she usually bottled away. Dragonriders didn't cry. Bronzeriders didn't cry! Especially over something so pathetic as one's features!
