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!
05.Mar.18, 06:30 AM
Casa’s expression tilted slightly in puzzlement when T’ryn came in and said to blame his dad. It took her a moment to remember who his dad was – silly, really, he looked so much like him, but for some reason she just blanked for a moment and couldn’t figure out who it was! She smiled slightly, indulging his comment, before she laughed softly when he stumbled along an explanation. “It’s okay,” she reassured, waving him to come in further and leading the way to the little sitting area. Her own weyr was not very large, but that was one of the fallbacks of being a young goldrider, she had found. Even though some of the other women had Impressed after her, they seemed to feel they were physically older, and therefore entitled to a bigger weyr… It probably did not help any that Thallyath was the size of a firelizard in comparison to their beasts, and did not need all the extra room. Even if the gold dragon eventually found a bronze mate, there would be plenty of room for them both.
The thought made her blush slightly, and she flicked a sideways glance to T’ryn, wondering if Thallyath would consent to letting his dragon catch her.Not likely, the sleepy dragon inserted, not really awake, and Casa cringed slightly, wondering if she’d spoken loudly enough to be heard by T’ryn. At least she had not said anything incriminating and from the feel of it, the gold had gone back to sleep. That was a pity though; she liked T’ryn. He was sweet, and he treated her nicely, not like some of the bronzeriders whom she could feel leering at her from across the dining hall. She hated the way they made her feel like she might as well be naked, with their slimy eyes and gross expressions.
“I remember,” Casa agreed quietly, watching T’ryn as he seemed to pull himself together and yet still talk quite fast. She was smiling, trying hard not to giggle at him; that would not be very nice, but she found the whole scene rather endearing. Her eyes widened comically as she processed his invitation, and she floundered for a moment on finding a reply. Finally, she settled on a very eloquent, “You want to go with me!?” still staring at T’ryn in surprise. “I mean, I’d love to! But… wouldn’t you rather go with N’mor?” she was genuinely curious; those two were attached at the hip and had been for as long as she could remember, and well, she had always thought… but apparently not! Flushing crimson, she bit her bottom lip and looked away. She had probably insulted him now! Would he take back his invitation because she had thought he was involved with his friend? Ugh, she was terrible.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, wringing her hands. “I would really like to go with you,” she peered up, under her lashes, eyebrows furrowed and wondering if the offer still stood.
The thought made her blush slightly, and she flicked a sideways glance to T’ryn, wondering if Thallyath would consent to letting his dragon catch her.
“I remember,” Casa agreed quietly, watching T’ryn as he seemed to pull himself together and yet still talk quite fast. She was smiling, trying hard not to giggle at him; that would not be very nice, but she found the whole scene rather endearing. Her eyes widened comically as she processed his invitation, and she floundered for a moment on finding a reply. Finally, she settled on a very eloquent, “You want to go with me!?” still staring at T’ryn in surprise. “I mean, I’d love to! But… wouldn’t you rather go with N’mor?” she was genuinely curious; those two were attached at the hip and had been for as long as she could remember, and well, she had always thought… but apparently not! Flushing crimson, she bit her bottom lip and looked away. She had probably insulted him now! Would he take back his invitation because she had thought he was involved with his friend? Ugh, she was terrible.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, wringing her hands. “I would really like to go with you,” she peered up, under her lashes, eyebrows furrowed and wondering if the offer still stood.
