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!
09.May.22, 11:28 AM
He didn’t know how he had managed to survive the last few weeks since winning Malvayth’s surprise Flight. He expected and even laughed at the teasing from Zelly, knowing it came from her excitement at Xyxyth winning and her own way of making him stop thinking so much about it. But it felt like everyone he crossed paths with had to say something as well and all of the attention was getting to be too much. So he hid as much as he could for nearly a week.
Despite his cooking having improved a lot and how he still let Zelly use his kitchen whenever she wanted, A’tay still made frequent trips down to the dining cavern, doing his best to keep his head down and not be noticed. Sometimes it worked. When he did, he was even able to linger a bit and watch everyone else. He knew if he hated being focused on that maybe others felt the same way but he also knew how entertaining other people were and he couldn’t help himself. But that was also how he found out about what was happening at other Weyrs. Some of it was actual news but most of it was pure gossip and often hard to believe. Some of it made him lose his appetite for several days as he obsessed over what it might mean and how he really felt about it.
It took a while longer of general dodging of well-meaning people and hiding from the rest before A’tay finally decided he needed to visit his best friend. They hadn’t seen each other for a while as Zezeth was grounded by an injury and A’tay simply didn’t want to get in M’quel’s way too much since she had a boyfriend and her craft to focus on. But they sent letters constantly via firelizard like they had done for years since they always seemed to end up in different Weyrs. He was going to transfer to Fort after he graduated to be close to M’quel and help with her Papa but then she Impressed at Ista… before returning to Fort. Ista had grown on him and he had friends and most of his family in Ista now so transferring wasn’t a top priority anymore.
It was early afternoon when he arrived at Fort Weyr and once the chill of between had been shaken off, A’tay found it was a fairly nice day as well. Not like Ista, but comfortable. He understood why M’quel and Zezeth were at the lake—though from what he heard, it was a favourite location of his friend. He smiled and waved as Xyxyth gave a bugle of greeting himself as they landed not too far from where the green pair was just finishing up with their oiling. It seemed his surprise visit was well-timed. Hi, DiDi! Hi, Zezeth! You both look lovely today! Xyxyth greeted cheerfully, showing he was still his energetic and friendly self despite winning his first gold Flight not too long ago. At least that hadn’t changed, though it was still early on.
Despite his cooking having improved a lot and how he still let Zelly use his kitchen whenever she wanted, A’tay still made frequent trips down to the dining cavern, doing his best to keep his head down and not be noticed. Sometimes it worked. When he did, he was even able to linger a bit and watch everyone else. He knew if he hated being focused on that maybe others felt the same way but he also knew how entertaining other people were and he couldn’t help himself. But that was also how he found out about what was happening at other Weyrs. Some of it was actual news but most of it was pure gossip and often hard to believe. Some of it made him lose his appetite for several days as he obsessed over what it might mean and how he really felt about it.
It took a while longer of general dodging of well-meaning people and hiding from the rest before A’tay finally decided he needed to visit his best friend. They hadn’t seen each other for a while as Zezeth was grounded by an injury and A’tay simply didn’t want to get in M’quel’s way too much since she had a boyfriend and her craft to focus on. But they sent letters constantly via firelizard like they had done for years since they always seemed to end up in different Weyrs. He was going to transfer to Fort after he graduated to be close to M’quel and help with her Papa but then she Impressed at Ista… before returning to Fort. Ista had grown on him and he had friends and most of his family in Ista now so transferring wasn’t a top priority anymore.
It was early afternoon when he arrived at Fort Weyr and once the chill of between had been shaken off, A’tay found it was a fairly nice day as well. Not like Ista, but comfortable. He understood why M’quel and Zezeth were at the lake—though from what he heard, it was a favourite location of his friend. He smiled and waved as Xyxyth gave a bugle of greeting himself as they landed not too far from where the green pair was just finishing up with their oiling. It seemed his surprise visit was well-timed. Hi, DiDi! Hi, Zezeth! You both look lovely today! Xyxyth greeted cheerfully, showing he was still his energetic and friendly self despite winning his first gold Flight not too long ago. At least that hadn’t changed, though it was still early on.
