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!
13.Feb.12, 08:37 PM
"I highly doubt that," Kuminari responded shortly, scowling irritably at Lymsleia. The young woman had absolutely no plans to ever commit any time to investing in dragonspawsn, her own, others, or the literal beasts that would burst from the eggs. Her nose scrunched up in distaste. Dragons were ugly, self righteous creatures and she had no love of them. Their riders were abrasive, obnoxious and terribly rude. They certainly weren't going to see any more of her skin than her ankles if she had any say in the matter - which she did!
"Friends." Kuminari stated bluntly, looking at Lymsleia as if she had completely lost her mind. "Why under the three Sisters would I want to be friends?" Hazelnut eyes darkened briefly in confusion, before she tossed her head arrogantly and dispelled the expression and any lingering emotion. "No." Her answer was firm, as she looked the other girl up and down. She knew of her, but their brief encounter here, rather than in passing, had simply confirmed to Kuminari that even if Lymsleia could be of use to her, the girl wouldn't stoop off her clearly diamond encrusted pedestal. Kuminari had no use for people with such high morals and loose modesty. Such people were useless in Kuminari's line of work.
"Fine." Snapping the four letter word, Kuminari spun lightly, and swept up the path, not bothering to see if Lymsleia was going to keep up with her. It had gotten quite a bit later than she had anticipated spending out and about, and she still had things to do back in the Barracks.
"Friends." Kuminari stated bluntly, looking at Lymsleia as if she had completely lost her mind. "Why under the three Sisters would I want to be friends?" Hazelnut eyes darkened briefly in confusion, before she tossed her head arrogantly and dispelled the expression and any lingering emotion. "No." Her answer was firm, as she looked the other girl up and down. She knew of her, but their brief encounter here, rather than in passing, had simply confirmed to Kuminari that even if Lymsleia could be of use to her, the girl wouldn't stoop off her clearly diamond encrusted pedestal. Kuminari had no use for people with such high morals and loose modesty. Such people were useless in Kuminari's line of work.
"Fine." Snapping the four letter word, Kuminari spun lightly, and swept up the path, not bothering to see if Lymsleia was going to keep up with her. It had gotten quite a bit later than she had anticipated spending out and about, and she still had things to do back in the Barracks.
