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!
23.Apr.12, 06:39 AM
The healers said it was okay to visit now. Why haven’t we left to see him?Rilaleeyth’s concern over the dawdling of her rider was easily noted in her soft voice as she finally stopped fidgeting outside long enough to peer in through the window of the hut. J’ver sat inside on one of the comfortable chairs in his living room, sipping on his hot drink and looking not the least bit concerned about leaving S’kef alone in the Healing Hall. She supposed she was worried enough for them both. Tyrrisath would be so disappointed if they didn’t go see his bonded while S’kef would be angry.
“Everything will be fine, pet,” J’ver saw no reason to raise their stress levels or even their heartbeats over such a miniscule issue. The past sevenday had seen some worrying and disgust at S’kef’s weakness but the day healers granted permission for visitors needed only patience and a calm attitude. There wasn’t a need to scamper over to his side like a loyal pup. Taking his time showed how unconcerned he was with everything. They would meet that day, however, and S’kef would be reminded of his assets and worth.
Upon finally finishing his drink, the mug was set in the kitchen to be cleaned later and J’ver went to fix his hair and assured himself his appearance was, as always, immaculate. Once he was satisfied, the small basket of fresh fruits he had procured from the kitchens that morning was scooped up and J’ver headed outside. The relief and anxiousness to check on the brown pair that Rilaleeyth displayed annoyed J’ver but he said nothing as they took off for the Healing Hall in a leisurely flight.
When they touched down, Rilaleeyth dropped J’ver off at the entrance and then made her way around the building until she came upon the brown dragon dutifully watching over his rider. She had deep admiration the male. Hello, Tyrrisath. How is Yours doing today?
J’ver waltzed in through the front entrance as if he owned the place and simply stated he was there to see the Weyrsecond and someone to show him to the room would be most appreciated. A cranky older woman finally obliged, attempting to lecture him about proper behaviour around the healing and to not overtax S’kef. Once they reached the room, J’ver dismissed the woman with a wave of his hand and promptly closed the door in her face once he had slipped inside. “I’ve been telling everyone this wouldn’t kill you,” J’ver remarked, getting his first look of the man in over a sevenday. While he had worried on and off for his easy ticket into power dying on him, the greenrider had spent his time wisely as well by dismissing rumours of the Weyrsecond’s demise by saying S’kef could overcome any ailment and to say otherwise was the loser’s bet.
“You have looked better though.” It was almost depressing to see such a fine example of masculinity looking so worn out and clearly ravaged by something. With a barely suppressed sigh, J’ver moved across the room, leaving the little basket of fruit on the table by the bed. There was no need to explain they were for S’kef as who else would they be for? Certainly not the bumbling staff of this establishment!
“Everything will be fine, pet,” J’ver saw no reason to raise their stress levels or even their heartbeats over such a miniscule issue. The past sevenday had seen some worrying and disgust at S’kef’s weakness but the day healers granted permission for visitors needed only patience and a calm attitude. There wasn’t a need to scamper over to his side like a loyal pup. Taking his time showed how unconcerned he was with everything. They would meet that day, however, and S’kef would be reminded of his assets and worth.
Upon finally finishing his drink, the mug was set in the kitchen to be cleaned later and J’ver went to fix his hair and assured himself his appearance was, as always, immaculate. Once he was satisfied, the small basket of fresh fruits he had procured from the kitchens that morning was scooped up and J’ver headed outside. The relief and anxiousness to check on the brown pair that Rilaleeyth displayed annoyed J’ver but he said nothing as they took off for the Healing Hall in a leisurely flight.
When they touched down, Rilaleeyth dropped J’ver off at the entrance and then made her way around the building until she came upon the brown dragon dutifully watching over his rider. She had deep admiration the male. Hello, Tyrrisath. How is Yours doing today?
J’ver waltzed in through the front entrance as if he owned the place and simply stated he was there to see the Weyrsecond and someone to show him to the room would be most appreciated. A cranky older woman finally obliged, attempting to lecture him about proper behaviour around the healing and to not overtax S’kef. Once they reached the room, J’ver dismissed the woman with a wave of his hand and promptly closed the door in her face once he had slipped inside. “I’ve been telling everyone this wouldn’t kill you,” J’ver remarked, getting his first look of the man in over a sevenday. While he had worried on and off for his easy ticket into power dying on him, the greenrider had spent his time wisely as well by dismissing rumours of the Weyrsecond’s demise by saying S’kef could overcome any ailment and to say otherwise was the loser’s bet.
“You have looked better though.” It was almost depressing to see such a fine example of masculinity looking so worn out and clearly ravaged by something. With a barely suppressed sigh, J’ver moved across the room, leaving the little basket of fruit on the table by the bed. There was no need to explain they were for S’kef as who else would they be for? Certainly not the bumbling staff of this establishment!
