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!
23.Nov.12, 03:57 AM
Of all the silly things she could have been doing, searching for shiny rocks on the beach was probably at the top of the list. Jisralna had wandered off, her mind a jumble of thoughts though most prominent seemed to be all the speculation that surrounded the eggs. For the most part, the reaction seemed to be mixed though there were a few people that she knew who were rather vocal about their opinions on the eggs belonging to firelizards.
Still, she couldn’t stop hoping that they might belong to that long gone species. If dragons could’ve survived, why not firelizards? “Would it really be so bad? I miss them.”
Speaking to no one in particular, it took Jisra perhaps a bit longer than most to realize that there was something going on down the way. When a dragon passed over her, casting her in shadow, she looked up then blinking against sudden sunlight turned her head to look at the massed crowd. With a handful of smooth agates, she started towards the crowd then when the tense murmur and sporadic shouts reached her, she picked up the pace until she reached the outskirts of the gathering.
With a bit of strategic maneuvering, she managed to slip through gaps until she spotted what had caused such an uproar. “Firelizards!” Barely a whisper, she stood there, eyes wide and lips slowly curling in a smile. All around, the little hatchlings—so very, very tiny—were running about like mad, trying to find food in and amongst the gathered people. Immediately Jisra tried to look for a familiar face; Seijin, Echlerov…Jada!
Weaving her way through the borderline riotous crowd, jumpy despite her excitement due to the increasing volume of those around her, Jisra stopped near the Goldrider and stared in awe as the woman stooped down to feed…”Gambi!” Her voice came out as a squeak as she saw the brown and while not exactly like the firelizard from her childhood, the color was enough to spark fond memories.
Still clasping the rocks in her hand, Jisra grinned like a child too excited to do much else and turned her gaze to the rest of the crowd. Blue, brown, green…gold! A giggle bubbled up and escaped her. This was almost as wonderful as the day she’d discovered that dragons still existed!
Still, she couldn’t stop hoping that they might belong to that long gone species. If dragons could’ve survived, why not firelizards? “Would it really be so bad? I miss them.”
Speaking to no one in particular, it took Jisra perhaps a bit longer than most to realize that there was something going on down the way. When a dragon passed over her, casting her in shadow, she looked up then blinking against sudden sunlight turned her head to look at the massed crowd. With a handful of smooth agates, she started towards the crowd then when the tense murmur and sporadic shouts reached her, she picked up the pace until she reached the outskirts of the gathering.
With a bit of strategic maneuvering, she managed to slip through gaps until she spotted what had caused such an uproar. “Firelizards!” Barely a whisper, she stood there, eyes wide and lips slowly curling in a smile. All around, the little hatchlings—so very, very tiny—were running about like mad, trying to find food in and amongst the gathered people. Immediately Jisra tried to look for a familiar face; Seijin, Echlerov…Jada!
Weaving her way through the borderline riotous crowd, jumpy despite her excitement due to the increasing volume of those around her, Jisra stopped near the Goldrider and stared in awe as the woman stooped down to feed…”Gambi!” Her voice came out as a squeak as she saw the brown and while not exactly like the firelizard from her childhood, the color was enough to spark fond memories.
Still clasping the rocks in her hand, Jisra grinned like a child too excited to do much else and turned her gaze to the rest of the crowd. Blue, brown, green…gold! A giggle bubbled up and escaped her. This was almost as wonderful as the day she’d discovered that dragons still existed!
