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!
18.Aug.13, 11:41 PM
Ce'lie sighed with frustration as she observed Twilirth and Isharyn playing their version of catch in the clearing in front of her personal hut. The canvas in front of her was partially filled in with the background of the scene before her, but she wasn't sure that she could pull off the level of detail she was hoping for with Twirlith swooping and veering off suddenly and her precious boy darting from side to side.
He heaved the ball straight up in the air above him so quickly it was as if he had shot it from a cannon. The hide-covered ball flew up into the air and, defeated by gravity, lost its upward momentum. Reversing course, it gained speed and dropped down in a direct path at the small boy below.
Isharyn was just looking up to watch the ball and had opened his mouth to scream or shout. Twilirth shrieked loudly in the air and blinked /between/, appearing neatly just a foot before the ball. The dragon was there in a nick of time, snatching the ball with her jaws mere feet above the boy's head and saving him from what surely would have been a nasty bump and bruise combination. She then landed so quickly she caused a puff of dust and dirt to rise around her. Her eyes whirled orange in agitation and anxiety as she silently stalked up to Isharyn and dropped the melon-sized ball in front of him.
[twilirth] Don't you do that again, little one, [/twilirth] Twilirth chided gently, her tail swishing behind her in annoyance that she would never take out on Ce'lie's adorable son. [twilirth] You know I can catch it, but I don't like it so close to your head. [/twilirth]
Ce'lie had been watching the scene and was finally getting a close up shot at her subjects. She took up a charcoal pencil and made some quick lines on the canvas, added to the outlines she already had placed of their bodies, and nodded in satisfaction. She wasn't phased in the least. The rider knew that her boy was completely safe with Twilirth and her bonded knew what she was doing with children. She had had enough experience with them.
The greenrider had just put the pencil down and was looking up to see them resuming the game when a blue dragon appeared in the sky above them. Ce'lie mentally checked the day and groaned a bit inwardly. It was I'shan, no doubt. She still hadn't been able to get over her awkwardness with the man, despite having over 7 turns to do so.
Smiling sweetly at her darling boy, Ce'lie called to him from where she sat inside the common room. "Aryn, come inside and get cleaned up. Your father's here to collect you," she informed him as she watched the supple blue land neatly in the clearing in front of her.
Isharyn's birthday was nearly upon them.
Today would be different, she vowed. Today, they would have a talk. A real talk.
He heaved the ball straight up in the air above him so quickly it was as if he had shot it from a cannon. The hide-covered ball flew up into the air and, defeated by gravity, lost its upward momentum. Reversing course, it gained speed and dropped down in a direct path at the small boy below.
Isharyn was just looking up to watch the ball and had opened his mouth to scream or shout. Twilirth shrieked loudly in the air and blinked /between/, appearing neatly just a foot before the ball. The dragon was there in a nick of time, snatching the ball with her jaws mere feet above the boy's head and saving him from what surely would have been a nasty bump and bruise combination. She then landed so quickly she caused a puff of dust and dirt to rise around her. Her eyes whirled orange in agitation and anxiety as she silently stalked up to Isharyn and dropped the melon-sized ball in front of him.
[twilirth] Don't you do that again, little one, [/twilirth] Twilirth chided gently, her tail swishing behind her in annoyance that she would never take out on Ce'lie's adorable son. [twilirth] You know I can catch it, but I don't like it so close to your head. [/twilirth]
Ce'lie had been watching the scene and was finally getting a close up shot at her subjects. She took up a charcoal pencil and made some quick lines on the canvas, added to the outlines she already had placed of their bodies, and nodded in satisfaction. She wasn't phased in the least. The rider knew that her boy was completely safe with Twilirth and her bonded knew what she was doing with children. She had had enough experience with them.
The greenrider had just put the pencil down and was looking up to see them resuming the game when a blue dragon appeared in the sky above them. Ce'lie mentally checked the day and groaned a bit inwardly. It was I'shan, no doubt. She still hadn't been able to get over her awkwardness with the man, despite having over 7 turns to do so.
Smiling sweetly at her darling boy, Ce'lie called to him from where she sat inside the common room. "Aryn, come inside and get cleaned up. Your father's here to collect you," she informed him as she watched the supple blue land neatly in the clearing in front of her.
Isharyn's birthday was nearly upon them.
Today would be different, she vowed. Today, they would have a talk. A real talk.
