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!
30.Mar.12, 06:59 AM
Indivara hadn't returned home at all the previous day. After leaving in the early morning with her arms ladened with clothing, the child had been preoccupied by one thing or another, right up until the moment she found the time to sneak off to see Jada and her little gold dragonet in the late evening. She couldn't even remember if she'd managed to eat the previous day, though the young weyrbrat figured it was a moot point, as she sipped on a mug of klah and made her way quietly through the Weyr proper, enjoying the silence of the early morning and that most people were still abed. Those that weren't were kind enough to ignore a wandering weyrbrat, and the girl was thankful.
The night before had been long, as she talked until late with Jada and Krypth, before they'd all fallen asleep. She hadn't meant to linger so late, or keep the harper up until such terrible hours. It was bad enough the little dragonet was letting the girl get so little sleep; she didn't need a whining weyrbrat giving her issues, too! But the pair had been firm in keeping Indivara in the room with them, and the younger girl could hardly complain about their good company and that she felt much better early that morning, when Krypth had roused Jada for love and affection in the form of food, baths and oiling. Indivara had wished the young goldrider luck before rolling over and wrapping Jada's bedfurs around her smaller body. It wasn't that Indivara didn't want to help Jada with Krypth, not at all. It was simply that the bond was so fresh, and the girl had no desire to be beat by G'rump's stick. She had enough bruising, thank you very much.
The girl hadn't lingered long after they had left, however. She had waited until she was sure the Weyrling quarters were well and truly empty before she slipped out of Jada's room (she even made the bed first, rather than leaving it in the messy nest she had made of it. Kerrin would be so proud of her!) and out into the Gather Square. A quick glance around showed her where the Weyrlings were concentrated, and she fled in the opposite direction, stealing a mug of klah from their cooking pot as she did so. As she sipped the remainder, Indivara slipped past the last of the houses before stubbing her toe. Swearing, the girl hopped on the spot for a moment, cursing her luck to hurt a part of her not actually hurt at the same moment her mind was blasted by the enthusiastic and very loud screeches of Grith. Dropping the mug with a small shriek of surprise, Indivara clapped both hands over her ears - as if that would do anything - and stared up at Grith as she bounced around exuberantly in front of her mother's hut.
"Ahr'a!" Indivara greeted hoarsly, lifting a hand and stepping delicately past and then in front of the mug that had smashed. Her features were blank, unable to twist the bruised and stitched muscles into a smile, but her blue eyes were bright with laughter as the girl took in the exhausted expression on the greenrider's face. "Late night?" she asked, barely moving her lips though the words were relatively clear, and the tone she took was sly. Turning her gaze upon the high maintenance dragon, Indivara gave another cheerful wave, her current smile-replacement.
"Hello 'ith!"
The night before had been long, as she talked until late with Jada and Krypth, before they'd all fallen asleep. She hadn't meant to linger so late, or keep the harper up until such terrible hours. It was bad enough the little dragonet was letting the girl get so little sleep; she didn't need a whining weyrbrat giving her issues, too! But the pair had been firm in keeping Indivara in the room with them, and the younger girl could hardly complain about their good company and that she felt much better early that morning, when Krypth had roused Jada for love and affection in the form of food, baths and oiling. Indivara had wished the young goldrider luck before rolling over and wrapping Jada's bedfurs around her smaller body. It wasn't that Indivara didn't want to help Jada with Krypth, not at all. It was simply that the bond was so fresh, and the girl had no desire to be beat by G'rump's stick. She had enough bruising, thank you very much.
The girl hadn't lingered long after they had left, however. She had waited until she was sure the Weyrling quarters were well and truly empty before she slipped out of Jada's room (she even made the bed first, rather than leaving it in the messy nest she had made of it. Kerrin would be so proud of her!) and out into the Gather Square. A quick glance around showed her where the Weyrlings were concentrated, and she fled in the opposite direction, stealing a mug of klah from their cooking pot as she did so. As she sipped the remainder, Indivara slipped past the last of the houses before stubbing her toe. Swearing, the girl hopped on the spot for a moment, cursing her luck to hurt a part of her not actually hurt at the same moment her mind was blasted by the enthusiastic and very loud screeches of Grith. Dropping the mug with a small shriek of surprise, Indivara clapped both hands over her ears - as if that would do anything - and stared up at Grith as she bounced around exuberantly in front of her mother's hut.
"Ahr'a!" Indivara greeted hoarsly, lifting a hand and stepping delicately past and then in front of the mug that had smashed. Her features were blank, unable to twist the bruised and stitched muscles into a smile, but her blue eyes were bright with laughter as the girl took in the exhausted expression on the greenrider's face. "Late night?" she asked, barely moving her lips though the words were relatively clear, and the tone she took was sly. Turning her gaze upon the high maintenance dragon, Indivara gave another cheerful wave, her current smile-replacement.
"Hello 'ith!"
