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!
04.Mar.18, 07:30 AM
Casa looked up, startled, at the knock on her door. She wasn’t expecting anyone, was she? Frowning, Casa went back over the day’s events to try and make sure she hadn’t forgotten to do a task or attend a meeting or any of a dozen odd things she was usually dragged into during the day. When she couldn’t think of anything, Casa poked mentally at Thallyath, but the gold dragon was sound asleep – there would be no cheating to know who was at the door that way!
Hoping it wasn’t some murderous man in a hood with a big knife – Casa would have giggled at the image, but she found it to be rather frightening – the girl crept across her weyr and paused at the door. She could not hear anyone on the other side. Perhaps they had left? No! She froze again when she caught the scuffle of feet on the stone floor outside. Her own feet were silent on the thick rugs she had indulged in late last Turn. Still frowning – she really couldn’t think who would possibly be visiting her – Casa went to open the door, and then paused again.
She was dressed for bed, and for Casa, that meant she was wearing a pair of underwear and a white sleeveless top that did not hide much of anything. Biting her lip (what if it was the Weyrleader? Or one of the Mentors?) Casa swallowed. “One moment, please!” Whoever it was would be able to clearly hear her voice at such a close range, and after another slightly pause, Casa bolted across her weyr and back into her bedroom. “Something to wear, something to wear,” she murmured to herself, throwing open the chest at the foot of her bed and tugging out a long sleeved shirt and a pair of breeches, both of which she shuffled into, tying the pants up as she walked across to the door. Again she paused, this time making sure all her clothing was in the right way, and on the right way.
Convinced she was not to make a complete fool of herself (even though her hair was a disaster!) Casa brushed it hurriedly with her hands, took a deep breath, and then cautiously opened the door, peering out and expecting to see a disgruntled Weyrleader or Mentor. What she was not expecting to see was a timid looking T’ryn. Casa blinked, and opened the door wider, tilting her head at the young bronzerider. “Hello,” she said quietly, still watching him. “Do you want to come in?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowing with confusion. She didn’t know why he was there, but she knew it was rude not to invite him in, even if it was late and her dragon would give birth to an impromptu Clutch if she woke up and realised Casa was alone in her weyr with a man.
Casa had to resist the urge to burst out laughing at the image. Snotty dragon!
Hoping it wasn’t some murderous man in a hood with a big knife – Casa would have giggled at the image, but she found it to be rather frightening – the girl crept across her weyr and paused at the door. She could not hear anyone on the other side. Perhaps they had left? No! She froze again when she caught the scuffle of feet on the stone floor outside. Her own feet were silent on the thick rugs she had indulged in late last Turn. Still frowning – she really couldn’t think who would possibly be visiting her – Casa went to open the door, and then paused again.
She was dressed for bed, and for Casa, that meant she was wearing a pair of underwear and a white sleeveless top that did not hide much of anything. Biting her lip (what if it was the Weyrleader? Or one of the Mentors?) Casa swallowed. “One moment, please!” Whoever it was would be able to clearly hear her voice at such a close range, and after another slightly pause, Casa bolted across her weyr and back into her bedroom. “Something to wear, something to wear,” she murmured to herself, throwing open the chest at the foot of her bed and tugging out a long sleeved shirt and a pair of breeches, both of which she shuffled into, tying the pants up as she walked across to the door. Again she paused, this time making sure all her clothing was in the right way, and on the right way.
Convinced she was not to make a complete fool of herself (even though her hair was a disaster!) Casa brushed it hurriedly with her hands, took a deep breath, and then cautiously opened the door, peering out and expecting to see a disgruntled Weyrleader or Mentor. What she was not expecting to see was a timid looking T’ryn. Casa blinked, and opened the door wider, tilting her head at the young bronzerider. “Hello,” she said quietly, still watching him. “Do you want to come in?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowing with confusion. She didn’t know why he was there, but she knew it was rude not to invite him in, even if it was late and her dragon would give birth to an impromptu Clutch if she woke up and realised Casa was alone in her weyr with a man.
Casa had to resist the urge to burst out laughing at the image. Snotty dragon!
