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!
04.Feb.12, 04:12 AM
When Lymsleia waved her bag at Par'a she ceased her laughter and turned a deathly cold look upon her. "I'm sixty-three! I can see perfectly fine that you have your bag, I am not blind with age!" She snapped to her. Apparently she had struck a nerve, or at least Par'a had interpreted her that way. Turning her back on the Candidate she sniffed, that definitely had ruined any potential friendship, at least for the remainder of her day.
Her sour expression was lifted instantly as soon as B'jin began his tirade. Great whoops of laughter competed with his bellows, while tears began to stream down her face. It took her quite a few attempts to calm herself enough to speak, and even when she did it was with many giggles scattered throughout. "Not… proddy my ass! You're prodder than… a Goldrider! Oh, and, I wouldn't be so, sure about that. I've heard there are some very unsatisfied, flight winners of yours, around here." Finally finished in getting her jibes out she devolved into a fit of giggles and laughter again, clutching her belly as she rocked back and forward somewhat on the bench.
Noticing Talian feebly struggling to escape B'jin's ever-tightening grasp she suddenly composed herself. Leaning over she poked him curiously in the shoulder through B'jin's desperate class. Stifling a giggle, she straightened up. "You'll need to do better than that. Like this!" With that she sent herself madly flailing for how she thought Talian should be moving, her swinging arms almost clocking Kerrin in the head.
Pell! Oh Pell I'm sorry! Where are you?! Grith's mental screech shocked Par'a into complete stillness and silence, a worried look crossing her face. '…I'm in the Dining Hall.' She answered grudgingly, quite worried about the enthusiasm that was pouring down their mental link to her. Okay! I'm coming! Right now! Oh look, there's Larrikith! … Ooh! This last word was punctuated with the slam of the double doors being flung open and clear off their hinges, landing several feet away in either direction. Where they had been seconds ago Grith stood, or more, hung. Her large belly and wings were wedged in the doorframe where she had leapt, her feet barely able to scrape the floor when she stretched. Her eyes whirled a vibrant pink of excitement as she turned her head to face the table her rider sat at. The next three words she spoke were broadcast to the entire population within the Hall.
Larrikith is flying!
Her sour expression was lifted instantly as soon as B'jin began his tirade. Great whoops of laughter competed with his bellows, while tears began to stream down her face. It took her quite a few attempts to calm herself enough to speak, and even when she did it was with many giggles scattered throughout. "Not… proddy my ass! You're prodder than… a Goldrider! Oh, and, I wouldn't be so, sure about that. I've heard there are some very unsatisfied, flight winners of yours, around here." Finally finished in getting her jibes out she devolved into a fit of giggles and laughter again, clutching her belly as she rocked back and forward somewhat on the bench.
Noticing Talian feebly struggling to escape B'jin's ever-tightening grasp she suddenly composed herself. Leaning over she poked him curiously in the shoulder through B'jin's desperate class. Stifling a giggle, she straightened up. "You'll need to do better than that. Like this!" With that she sent herself madly flailing for how she thought Talian should be moving, her swinging arms almost clocking Kerrin in the head.
Pell! Oh Pell I'm sorry! Where are you?! Grith's mental screech shocked Par'a into complete stillness and silence, a worried look crossing her face. '…I'm in the Dining Hall.' She answered grudgingly, quite worried about the enthusiasm that was pouring down their mental link to her. Okay! I'm coming! Right now! Oh look, there's Larrikith! … Ooh! This last word was punctuated with the slam of the double doors being flung open and clear off their hinges, landing several feet away in either direction. Where they had been seconds ago Grith stood, or more, hung. Her large belly and wings were wedged in the doorframe where she had leapt, her feet barely able to scrape the floor when she stretched. Her eyes whirled a vibrant pink of excitement as she turned her head to face the table her rider sat at. The next three words she spoke were broadcast to the entire population within the Hall.
Larrikith is flying!
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