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!
31.Jan.12, 03:30 AM
He looked like a healer? That was a new one, but he supposed it was a compliment. "I didn't know one could look like a healer," he said, the slightest shadow of humor creeping into his voice. He wasn't sure why he was getting along so well with this abrasive man, but things could have been worse. Perhaps he didn't have to be totally alone here after all. The girl he'd met, Lymsleia, was nice...and the greenrider B'jin wasn't wholly terrible either, though Talian was still terrified of him on some level.
He rose to his feet again. "...Let me go ahead and cut this leather, then I would...love to have a couple drinks with you," he said. He hadn't been told not to, and it was his understanding that the rules didn't change until the mother dragon laid her eggs, and that hadn't happened yet. It felt weird to actually ask someone to drink with him. He'd never drank socially before.
He gathered the bucket and his bundle of leathers and looked towards the door. "How about this...come to the healer hall after the evening meal?" he asked tentatively. "I'm in the room at the end of the hallway on the first floor." He already had a bottle of wine in his room. He'd sipped on it a few times since arrival, since he'd been taking his meals in his quarters for the first couple of days. It didn't take long for him to realize that was unhealthy behavior, though. He couldn't just shut himself away forever, like the Weyr didn't exist...
He rose to his feet again. "...Let me go ahead and cut this leather, then I would...love to have a couple drinks with you," he said. He hadn't been told not to, and it was his understanding that the rules didn't change until the mother dragon laid her eggs, and that hadn't happened yet. It felt weird to actually ask someone to drink with him. He'd never drank socially before.
He gathered the bucket and his bundle of leathers and looked towards the door. "How about this...come to the healer hall after the evening meal?" he asked tentatively. "I'm in the room at the end of the hallway on the first floor." He already had a bottle of wine in his room. He'd sipped on it a few times since arrival, since he'd been taking his meals in his quarters for the first couple of days. It didn't take long for him to realize that was unhealthy behavior, though. He couldn't just shut himself away forever, like the Weyr didn't exist...
