N'tan and Nataquin are in the galleries when a bunch of others show up, kids in tow. Log from Taini: http://dftaini.livejournal.com/68884.html#cutid1 Weyrlingmaster's Office This office has taken on a new dimension, looking larger than it really is as a result of its busy interior having been freshly painted and cleaned. Charts are hung neatly on the walls, their subjects ranging from Threadfall...
... N'tan's eyes flatout close with Emilia's remark, shutting out not only light, but opinions. This is how he misses Nomi's arrival completely, that or it's being flushed from his mind as well. Nataquin gazes over at his father and sighs, before trundling on to find something more interesting to do. This is when he finds a stain on the bench that requires inspection. Tarik is now...
This is the continuation of the RP with Aromi and Emilia with the snowball fight. Nataquin and N'tan lure the girls into their lair. Nidhgoth's Weyr Tiger's eye coloration washes in gradient waves about the smoothly shorn walls of this multi-roomed weyr. The sunset hues are played with in the furnishings, with black dominating, and russet accenting to mute the golds, while setting off a range of...
...like a heavy blanket across the occupants: young, old, and draconic too. The only one to remain in relative cheerfulness is Puff, who is stalking a bug across the back of the couch. N'tan and Nataquin sit in stark silence at the dinner table, picking at the food on their plates, while Nidhgoth plays dead huddling in a warm corner. Arriving in the wax and wane of another bitter gust, Madri...
Madri and R'ish come to find N'tan and Nataquin in bad shape. Nidhgoth's Weyr Tiger's eye coloration washes in gradient waves about the smoothly shorn walls of this multi-roomed weyr. The sunset hues are played with in the furnishings, with black dominating, and russet accenting to mute the golds, while setting off a range of browns. The central feature is the well worn dragon couch. A brief hallway...
Taini and Tarik visit N'tan's weyr and he just happens to be in it. Nataquin too. Nidhgoth's Weyr Tiger's eye coloration washes in gradient waves about the smoothly shorn walls of this multi-roomed weyr. The sunset hues are played with in the furnishings, with black dominating, and russet accenting to mute the golds, while setting off a range of browns. The central feature is the well worn dragon...
...with the end of the clutching. This falls just as Imogen and E'th are leaving. Oh boring - daddy's home. A roll of his eyes and N'tan is about, peering onto the sands. Coming to the rail next to Nataquin, the brownrider calls down, "You pregnant, woman?" Bluntly direct, and oh so N'tan. The boy squints up at his father and then shoves off, blanching away from the subject that he dearly loathes...
...closed, but the wind puts up a good fight. Nature against child, eventually the lad wins when the wind gives in, dying back long enough for the plank of heavy wood to clunk loudly shut. Triumphant, Nataquin turns to eye the room's occupants. The loud clank and subsequent rush of cold air accomplish two things for the mother-son pair; Taini spots the source of movement easily, the loud door and...
