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!
07.Feb.13, 04:23 AM
With his elbow resting upon the desk and his forehead resting in his hands his hazel eyes were closed. He was not sleeping. In his left hand was a half cup of semi-hot klah wafting it's subtle scent into his nose as he breathed calmly. His mind was anything but calm though. In front of him was a thick half-written book full of detailed plant and flower sketches, notes, observations and detailed instructions on uses, properties, medicinal value, theories and experiments both successes and failures.
It was his own book and he was currently fighting his mind to figure out one particular property of the tiny pink flower he had picked the night before. He had gotten very little sleep. Most of his night had been spent hovering over his work bench testing the various pieces of the flower for medicinal qualities. Most were negative but one test of the bloom itself was inconclusive and it irritated him as he tried to figure out its mystery.
He had just finished recording his findings and sketched the different parts of this little flower in his book with the detailed notes of his findings. His head ached, his back ached and his mind raced. He needed to get some sleep but already the sun was just barely lifting above the horizon. It was going to be another very long day. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed quietly and opened his eyes for another slow sip of his klah.
He frowned into his klah when the heat of it, or lack thereof, touched his lips. He liked his klah hot. Closing his medical journal, he stood up and set it back into his place in the desk drawer on the right hand side. The writing utensil was also put into its place. Another few gulps of his klah saw it finished. No reason to sip it with slow enjoyment if it was going cold.
Putting the klah cup down, his eyes turned towards the door of the small office he occupied.
It was his own book and he was currently fighting his mind to figure out one particular property of the tiny pink flower he had picked the night before. He had gotten very little sleep. Most of his night had been spent hovering over his work bench testing the various pieces of the flower for medicinal qualities. Most were negative but one test of the bloom itself was inconclusive and it irritated him as he tried to figure out its mystery.
He had just finished recording his findings and sketched the different parts of this little flower in his book with the detailed notes of his findings. His head ached, his back ached and his mind raced. He needed to get some sleep but already the sun was just barely lifting above the horizon. It was going to be another very long day. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed quietly and opened his eyes for another slow sip of his klah.
He frowned into his klah when the heat of it, or lack thereof, touched his lips. He liked his klah hot. Closing his medical journal, he stood up and set it back into his place in the desk drawer on the right hand side. The writing utensil was also put into its place. Another few gulps of his klah saw it finished. No reason to sip it with slow enjoyment if it was going cold.
Putting the klah cup down, his eyes turned towards the door of the small office he occupied.
