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!
06.Jul.13, 02:07 AM
Casa watched the candidates and officials roll in over the next little while; everyone seemed to show signs of exhaustion or hang over. She could only shake her head knowingly and in sympathy, like a 13 year old would. To be fair, the Hatching did pick a rather auspicious time...early morning right after Turn's End? There was no greater chance for disaster! However, it seemed to be unfolding rather well so far. No one critical seemed to be missing and no one was falling down drunk or sick (at least yet).
As she watched, one of the candidates who had come in seemed rather concerned when a canine came trotting into the Circuit. She blinked and leaned closer - the poor thing was covered in glass! She trotted down when the owner in question started looking around for help, curiosity piqued. He nodded to her, giving her instructions on where to find the pup's combs. She winded her way past the line of mopey and tired faces out to the hut in question.
After rooting around to find the comb, she began to find her way back. On the way, she got waylaid to carry more baskets of food back. She began to hand out rolls, trying to smile and letting people know that there was food and klah available when they arrived. Upon returning, she set down the baskets and beelined for the poor puppy.
Upon returning, she set down the baskets nearby for candidates to grab them with ease, and then she sat down beside the canine, eyes glancing over it for injuries. Handing the combs over, she held her hand out for the dog to sniff, keeping still and looking at its owner. "Do you want me to help? I'm not up for Impression here, and she? She is gorgeous," she offered, watching the canine while waiting patiently.
As she watched, one of the candidates who had come in seemed rather concerned when a canine came trotting into the Circuit. She blinked and leaned closer - the poor thing was covered in glass! She trotted down when the owner in question started looking around for help, curiosity piqued. He nodded to her, giving her instructions on where to find the pup's combs. She winded her way past the line of mopey and tired faces out to the hut in question.
After rooting around to find the comb, she began to find her way back. On the way, she got waylaid to carry more baskets of food back. She began to hand out rolls, trying to smile and letting people know that there was food and klah available when they arrived. Upon returning, she set down the baskets and beelined for the poor puppy.
Upon returning, she set down the baskets nearby for candidates to grab them with ease, and then she sat down beside the canine, eyes glancing over it for injuries. Handing the combs over, she held her hand out for the dog to sniff, keeping still and looking at its owner. "Do you want me to help? I'm not up for Impression here, and she? She is gorgeous," she offered, watching the canine while waiting patiently.
