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!
11.Jan.20, 11:01 PM
Cazelarias looked up with a blink at the sound of his name, turning to find the speaker and he tilted his head slightly, offering the smallest of smiles. “Hello,” he greeted, as if he had any idea who the man before him was. He hadn’t been the first person to call out to him, and Cazelarias knew that the greenrider – he spotted the knots after a subtle glance – wouldn’t be the last. While he had no name to go to the friendly face, Cazelarias had been playing the role of ‘Cazan’s Cazelarias’ (also known generically as ‘CC’) for too many years not to settle into the role and go along with the conversation. Something about wineskins and good work and a Hatching? Cazelarias blinked and his brows furrowed as he frowned.
Would he like to go? A small smile tilted one corner of Cazelarias’ lips, and he fell into step with the man as he agreed to go to the Hatching, listening to him babble and picking up the name in the process. It was funny, how regularly people threw their own name into conversations in one manner or another. It had gotten Cazelarias through more strange situation than he cared to admit. When he was presented to the green dragon, it took him a few moments to capture his breath, and Cazelarias was grateful that the rider pawned his awe off as normal behaviour and Cazelarias couldn’t determine if he was supposed to know the shiny creature or not. He opted on the side of caution and greeted the dragon with a kind of reserved respect. He wouldn’t put it past Cazan to be on first name basis with a dragon, but he also wouldn’t put it past her to have never even seen one up front if she was as busy as the man beside him implied with work orders.
Damn it, Cazan.
Cazelarias’ heart was in his throat as he was bundled up on the dragon, the rider trying to help verbally before getting far too handsy for Cazelarias’ taste in assisting him. Of course, to Cazelarias, even a brush of fingers in passing was ‘too handsy’ so a helpful boost was practically the greenrider groping him, as far as the young holder was concerned. Blushing and uncomfortably hot, Cazelarias obeyed orders to hold on, following instruction and squeezing his eyes shut in terror as the dragon sprang into the air, beating her wings to gain altitude and then – with far too little warning from the rider – they were in the darkest, coldest, most terrifying place Cazelarias had ever been in his life, and he sobbed in terror, managing to swallow the sound just before they reappeared above Fort Weyr. The greenrider was kind enough not to comment on the grip of terror Cazelarias had on him.
Almost as soon as he’d disembarked the dragon, Cazelarias had been swept up in the throngs of people who were milling around, rushing to get to their seats. He lost Je-something in the process, glancing anxiously over his shoulder to see where the greenrider had gone. Was that him? It was hard to tell, and he gave up, especially when he realised there were lots of green dragons milling around and he really hadn’t taken enough notice of the green the man had been on to know which one she was… which was a pity, because he had the impression of unrivalled beauty in his mind, but he couldn’t call it forward. His study of her had been too swift, too flooded with awe and the terror of the travel. Cazelarias sighed, and looked over – managing in the process to spot Cazan sitting in the stands, beside a blonde man who was talking to her – the her dressed as him. Cazelarias frowned for a moment, before sliding between a few more people and moving with the flow of the crowd in the other direction. He needed to be far from his sister, but not so far that he couldn’t see her.
In the end, Cazelarias made it a few rows above, and to the side of Cazan and her friend, sitting behind a broad man with a big bushy beard so that he wouldn’t easily be seen by anyone searching the crowd for ‘CC’, and settled in to watch. The gossip around him made his heart flutter with anxiety – deaths? Gore? Dead hatchlings? – he’d never heard such horrible things about a dragon’s birth, and wasn’t sure whether or not he should believe it. But really, he decided, the men who were chatting looked like they knew what they were talking about, and some subtle studying revealed Weyr colours in their knots – Ista and Telgar, if he wasn’t mistaken – but he also heard whispers about the eggs hatching early, and other interesting things. Leaning forward and planting his elbow on his knee so he was completely hidden behind the big man in front of him, Cazelarias listened with a vague expression to the gossip floating around him, trying to learn as much as he could from it.
(I’ll change his account when I have it. And add reactions later :) )
Would he like to go? A small smile tilted one corner of Cazelarias’ lips, and he fell into step with the man as he agreed to go to the Hatching, listening to him babble and picking up the name in the process. It was funny, how regularly people threw their own name into conversations in one manner or another. It had gotten Cazelarias through more strange situation than he cared to admit. When he was presented to the green dragon, it took him a few moments to capture his breath, and Cazelarias was grateful that the rider pawned his awe off as normal behaviour and Cazelarias couldn’t determine if he was supposed to know the shiny creature or not. He opted on the side of caution and greeted the dragon with a kind of reserved respect. He wouldn’t put it past Cazan to be on first name basis with a dragon, but he also wouldn’t put it past her to have never even seen one up front if she was as busy as the man beside him implied with work orders.
Damn it, Cazan.
Cazelarias’ heart was in his throat as he was bundled up on the dragon, the rider trying to help verbally before getting far too handsy for Cazelarias’ taste in assisting him. Of course, to Cazelarias, even a brush of fingers in passing was ‘too handsy’ so a helpful boost was practically the greenrider groping him, as far as the young holder was concerned. Blushing and uncomfortably hot, Cazelarias obeyed orders to hold on, following instruction and squeezing his eyes shut in terror as the dragon sprang into the air, beating her wings to gain altitude and then – with far too little warning from the rider – they were in the darkest, coldest, most terrifying place Cazelarias had ever been in his life, and he sobbed in terror, managing to swallow the sound just before they reappeared above Fort Weyr. The greenrider was kind enough not to comment on the grip of terror Cazelarias had on him.
Almost as soon as he’d disembarked the dragon, Cazelarias had been swept up in the throngs of people who were milling around, rushing to get to their seats. He lost Je-something in the process, glancing anxiously over his shoulder to see where the greenrider had gone. Was that him? It was hard to tell, and he gave up, especially when he realised there were lots of green dragons milling around and he really hadn’t taken enough notice of the green the man had been on to know which one she was… which was a pity, because he had the impression of unrivalled beauty in his mind, but he couldn’t call it forward. His study of her had been too swift, too flooded with awe and the terror of the travel. Cazelarias sighed, and looked over – managing in the process to spot Cazan sitting in the stands, beside a blonde man who was talking to her – the her dressed as him. Cazelarias frowned for a moment, before sliding between a few more people and moving with the flow of the crowd in the other direction. He needed to be far from his sister, but not so far that he couldn’t see her.
In the end, Cazelarias made it a few rows above, and to the side of Cazan and her friend, sitting behind a broad man with a big bushy beard so that he wouldn’t easily be seen by anyone searching the crowd for ‘CC’, and settled in to watch. The gossip around him made his heart flutter with anxiety – deaths? Gore? Dead hatchlings? – he’d never heard such horrible things about a dragon’s birth, and wasn’t sure whether or not he should believe it. But really, he decided, the men who were chatting looked like they knew what they were talking about, and some subtle studying revealed Weyr colours in their knots – Ista and Telgar, if he wasn’t mistaken – but he also heard whispers about the eggs hatching early, and other interesting things. Leaning forward and planting his elbow on his knee so he was completely hidden behind the big man in front of him, Cazelarias listened with a vague expression to the gossip floating around him, trying to learn as much as he could from it.
(I’ll change his account when I have it. And add reactions later :) )
