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!
20.Apr.18, 08:32 AM
An amused grin stayed in place during her entire rant. He stayed silent, only quirking an eyebrow when she said she had been looking forward to meeting him. Wisely, he didn’t point out he had not been excited about their meeting or their apparent future together. He also didn’t point out he had wondered if he could disappear in the Benden region and never be heard from again. Or seek asylum in one of the Weyrs. That idea had also danced through his mind a few times. But now that he was here, he was glad he hadn’t vanished into the night. He was already intrigued by her spunk.
“You are young,” he finally commented after witnessing her stamp her foot and then pout at him. She was likely barely marrying age with the display she just put on. He supposed he deserved some of it, though. He hadn’t really put his best foot forward in the whole situation and asking her if she really was who she said she was, wasn’t really the best opener to a conversation either.
“Forgive me, my Lady. I was told nothing about you. Only to show up for my wedding at the end of this month. I had it in my head that you would be much older than me and widowed,” he didn’t offer further explanation as to why he thought that. They were going to have years stuck together to discuss their families and all the quirks they possessed. Although, he supposed he better start with at least one of his brothers and his quirks.
“And that oaf of a servant, as you call him, is actually one of your future brother-in-laws. That’s Gabrin, the third son of High Reaches. He’s mostly harmless.” In fact, he was the one Jalazmar preferred to be around if he had to do any family bonding. He had, after all, fled High Reaches and his two eldest brothers’ scheming to go live with Gabrin.
“You are young,” he finally commented after witnessing her stamp her foot and then pout at him. She was likely barely marrying age with the display she just put on. He supposed he deserved some of it, though. He hadn’t really put his best foot forward in the whole situation and asking her if she really was who she said she was, wasn’t really the best opener to a conversation either.
“Forgive me, my Lady. I was told nothing about you. Only to show up for my wedding at the end of this month. I had it in my head that you would be much older than me and widowed,” he didn’t offer further explanation as to why he thought that. They were going to have years stuck together to discuss their families and all the quirks they possessed. Although, he supposed he better start with at least one of his brothers and his quirks.
“And that oaf of a servant, as you call him, is actually one of your future brother-in-laws. That’s Gabrin, the third son of High Reaches. He’s mostly harmless.” In fact, he was the one Jalazmar preferred to be around if he had to do any family bonding. He had, after all, fled High Reaches and his two eldest brothers’ scheming to go live with Gabrin.
