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!
06.Oct.19, 09:51 PM
Tazikel beamed at Mylorah, inexplicably pleased that she had agreed to pet the horse. It wasn’t like it was his horse, but still, he felt rather like a most Weyrfolk didn’t have a chance to properly appreciate the creatures. “I don’t find it all that scary, though it certainly can be, in some circumstances.” A spooked horse bolting, being one. “And you can communicate with them, it’s just, you know, not speech. Like, people can communicate without words. Not super complex things, but some. How else do you think we’d ever be able to tell them where to go, after all. Briefly Tazikel felt a strong impulse to show Mylorah and try riding the horse. Not necessarily the best idea, but that never stopped him. What did stop him, however, was that if he tried it might frighten Mylorah. She didn’t need any more of that for the day, the Hatching seemed like it had been emotionally draining enough.
“It only counts as a being on a boat if it’s floating in water deeper than your knees while you’re in it,” he teased her about the childhood boat escapade. “Tell you what, come to Tillek sometime and I can arrange for you to get on a real ship. Or a small boat, if you prefer. Or both. Maybe I can even get you on a horse.” Tazikel wrapped an arm around her waist when she took her hand away from the horse, sensing she was done with horses for the moment. One more pat was given to the horse’s neck before Tazikel started leading Mylorah away.
“I do have an unrelated question, by the way,” Tazikel mentioned while they were on their way to whatever destination Mylorah had in mind for the next part of the tour. “I saw you with Kordiavis at the Hatching. Are you two friends?” How unlikely was it for the two people he knew who lived in the Weyrs to know each other and be friends? Especially since he knew them due to completely different circumstances. Though he supposed they were both Candidates, so perhaps it wasn’t that strange after all.
“It only counts as a being on a boat if it’s floating in water deeper than your knees while you’re in it,” he teased her about the childhood boat escapade. “Tell you what, come to Tillek sometime and I can arrange for you to get on a real ship. Or a small boat, if you prefer. Or both. Maybe I can even get you on a horse.” Tazikel wrapped an arm around her waist when she took her hand away from the horse, sensing she was done with horses for the moment. One more pat was given to the horse’s neck before Tazikel started leading Mylorah away.
“I do have an unrelated question, by the way,” Tazikel mentioned while they were on their way to whatever destination Mylorah had in mind for the next part of the tour. “I saw you with Kordiavis at the Hatching. Are you two friends?” How unlikely was it for the two people he knew who lived in the Weyrs to know each other and be friends? Especially since he knew them due to completely different circumstances. Though he supposed they were both Candidates, so perhaps it wasn’t that strange after all.
