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.Apr.13, 08:34 PM
S'kef still had no doubt that he was well-suited to the job he'd unabashedly chosen for himself, but that didn't mean he liked people in his face all the sharding time. He'd gotten used to having to retreat to his hut for privacy, and there was absolutely no way he could hope to bathe Tyrrisath without interruption. After a few failed attempts of visiting the river at odd times, he'd decided that this time he would head to the lake.
Not a good idea, it turned out. Tyrrisath winked into view over the lake, shadow falling only a few dragonlengths away from the bronze and his rider. Seriously? he thought, thinking about the awkward situation with N'kal only a couple months before. At least this time he wasn't so insecure; before, he'd felt the need to land and speak to the bronzerider, only to prove that he wasn't scared of him. It would have looked weak to appear, notice the man, and move along as if he'd changed his mind.
Today, he was landing because he didn't give a shit. Who needed to impress bronzeriders?
Tyrrisath silently agreed. The pair settled a respectful distance away and S'kef dismounted, carefully removing the bag of supplies he'd brought. Flit appeared alongside them, chirping sweetly as she alighted on S'kef's shoulder and nuzzled his cheek with her tiny snout. He didn't react to it, but simply being allowed to do so seemed to brighten the tiny beast's mood. Tyrrisath snorted and eyed her with amusement.
"That's enough, Flit," S'kef said, gently batting her away. She quietly fluttered away, skimming along the sand after VTOLs and other small flying creatures, content to prance along until she came upon L'varl and his bronze. She landed in the sand and peered at them, intrigued. She wanted to go make friends, but would S'kef put up with that?
"Flit! Are you bothering them?" S'kef called out before realizing how ridiculous it was that he was addressing a tiny green rather than the human on the beach not three feet from her. He groaned at himself and walked in their direction, leaving Tyrrisath to lazily flop in the mud.
"L'varl," S'kef greeted, nodding to the broznerider as he recalled Flit to his shoulder.
Not a good idea, it turned out. Tyrrisath winked into view over the lake, shadow falling only a few dragonlengths away from the bronze and his rider. Seriously? he thought, thinking about the awkward situation with N'kal only a couple months before. At least this time he wasn't so insecure; before, he'd felt the need to land and speak to the bronzerider, only to prove that he wasn't scared of him. It would have looked weak to appear, notice the man, and move along as if he'd changed his mind.
Today, he was landing because he didn't give a shit. Who needed to impress bronzeriders?
Tyrrisath silently agreed. The pair settled a respectful distance away and S'kef dismounted, carefully removing the bag of supplies he'd brought. Flit appeared alongside them, chirping sweetly as she alighted on S'kef's shoulder and nuzzled his cheek with her tiny snout. He didn't react to it, but simply being allowed to do so seemed to brighten the tiny beast's mood. Tyrrisath snorted and eyed her with amusement.
"That's enough, Flit," S'kef said, gently batting her away. She quietly fluttered away, skimming along the sand after VTOLs and other small flying creatures, content to prance along until she came upon L'varl and his bronze. She landed in the sand and peered at them, intrigued. She wanted to go make friends, but would S'kef put up with that?
"Flit! Are you bothering them?" S'kef called out before realizing how ridiculous it was that he was addressing a tiny green rather than the human on the beach not three feet from her. He groaned at himself and walked in their direction, leaving Tyrrisath to lazily flop in the mud.
"L'varl," S'kef greeted, nodding to the broznerider as he recalled Flit to his shoulder.
