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!
30.Aug.12, 08:46 AM
Krypth's flight had been a nightmare indeed. A'liran groaned at the memory. What was the worst part of all that? Fears of Krypth's well-being after such an unusual display? The chaos it caused? The unfortunate victory by that monstrous brownrider S'kef? The whole thing had been undiluted chaos, and not the fun kind. A'liran hadn't had the best time personally, either. It was bad enough to be caught in a room with a flight-winner, but to be caught in the open by a bunch of blueriders during a goldflight? Not good.
He wrinkled his nose a bit at the next part. "Dude, I hated flights when I was younger," he muttered caustically. He generally pretended to still hate flights, but he couldn't be bothered with putting on an act right now. His indignant pride showed through as he tossed his head towards Erisi, eyes narrowing almost defiantly. "Ast didn't give me any warning at all the first time. Happened when I was out in the weyr bowl back at Benden, working on some of my exercises for class. Bitch just decided she was in a bad mood and took off."
Astoreth hissed in his mind. I'm not the bitch here! she snapped. A'liran looked upwards and bit back a snarl. Shut up. You ruin everything! Couldn't she see that he was trying to have a decent conversation here?!
"Pardon me!" A'liran said, still staring pointedly at the sky. He cleared his throat and rolled onto his side, facing Erisi and turning his attention back to the conversation. "And yeah. Greens can be subtle sometimes...sometimes, they pull you right in with them and you don't even realize it until it's too sharding late..." He spoke with conviction and just a spark of irate rage, like a man arguing his innocence in front of an unjust court. "But I guess in a way, that's good...at least ya' stay lost during most of it. Pain doesn't hurt as bad and all that."
He wasn't trying to scare Erisi. He just viewed it as passing the ugly truth down to the next generation...a generation that obviously wasn't being taught correctly.
"..The dragons know, though. They always know before us, but they can't usually be bothered to tell us," he muttered.
You should be thanking me. You always WANT to be flown
Can in, Queenie
Overhead, Astoreth shrieked in annoyance. Prove me wrong! You must be giving off a scent, because that boy obviously wants to fly you right now she growled sullenly.
A'liran raised a brow, then glanced over to Erisi. Wow, the weyrling was so obviously checking him out. A'liran felt a bit of a tingle, but he quickly crammed the thought away. This was a weyrling! If he took advantage of his own flightspawned emotions, he would be no better than the blue and brownriders! That didn't mean he couldn't be amused, though.
"You're looking at me pretty hard, kiddo." A'liran couldn't keep the playfulness out of his voice.
He wrinkled his nose a bit at the next part. "Dude, I hated flights when I was younger," he muttered caustically. He generally pretended to still hate flights, but he couldn't be bothered with putting on an act right now. His indignant pride showed through as he tossed his head towards Erisi, eyes narrowing almost defiantly. "Ast didn't give me any warning at all the first time. Happened when I was out in the weyr bowl back at Benden, working on some of my exercises for class. Bitch just decided she was in a bad mood and took off."
Astoreth hissed in his mind. I'm not the bitch here! she snapped. A'liran looked upwards and bit back a snarl. Shut up. You ruin everything! Couldn't she see that he was trying to have a decent conversation here?!
"Pardon me!" A'liran said, still staring pointedly at the sky. He cleared his throat and rolled onto his side, facing Erisi and turning his attention back to the conversation. "And yeah. Greens can be subtle sometimes...sometimes, they pull you right in with them and you don't even realize it until it's too sharding late..." He spoke with conviction and just a spark of irate rage, like a man arguing his innocence in front of an unjust court. "But I guess in a way, that's good...at least ya' stay lost during most of it. Pain doesn't hurt as bad and all that."
He wasn't trying to scare Erisi. He just viewed it as passing the ugly truth down to the next generation...a generation that obviously wasn't being taught correctly.
"..The dragons know, though. They always know before us, but they can't usually be bothered to tell us," he muttered.
You should be thanking me. You always WANT to be flown
Can in, Queenie
Overhead, Astoreth shrieked in annoyance. Prove me wrong! You must be giving off a scent, because that boy obviously wants to fly you right now she growled sullenly.
A'liran raised a brow, then glanced over to Erisi. Wow, the weyrling was so obviously checking him out. A'liran felt a bit of a tingle, but he quickly crammed the thought away. This was a weyrling! If he took advantage of his own flightspawned emotions, he would be no better than the blue and brownriders! That didn't mean he couldn't be amused, though.
"You're looking at me pretty hard, kiddo." A'liran couldn't keep the playfulness out of his voice.
