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!
08.Aug.13, 12:54 AM
Ce'lie purposefully strode into the dining hall, scanning its inhabitants with a discerning eye. She had been laid up in the healer hall with a bit of a cold for the past week and a half, and the timing couldn't have been worse. Not only did she miss her own chance to throw a party in honor of herself (aka a birthday party), she had also missed the celebrations for the double Hatching a sevenday ago!
Anyone nearby watching the fun-loving green rider would notice that she stomped her right foot in frustration, just like a little girl, before catching herself and looking abashed. She loved parties and hated having to miss them. Even when they resulted in her having a little too much to drink and having to deal with the inevitable hangover the following day, Ce'lie just couldn't get enough of them. She was a regular social butterfly.
There were a number of reasons for her love of parties, but probably the number one reason she loved a good gathering was the gossip. And the longer everyone drank, the better the gossip would get. She grumbled as she made her way past several tables and grabbed a tray, filling it quickly with a few meat rolls. She didn't really like celebrating her birthday after it had passed. Lately it had become a double-edged sword; while it was a great excuse to get her fellow Katilans good'n'rowdy, it was also a reminder that she wasn't getting any younger.
Twilirth, who was busy doing her typical aerial acrobatics above the Dining Hall, intruded into her rider's thoughts. [twilirth] Morith says V'riy's birthing day is near, [/twilirth] the dragon informed her rider. [twilirth] Morith also says that V'riy isn't planning on celebrating it. Are we letting him get away with that? [/twilirth] the green asked pointedly as she banked right and extended her wings to their full length, performing an effortless and very lazy double-somersault. Ce'lie was long used to the impressive displays that Twilirth sometimes put on, but anyone watching was sure to take note of the dragon's superior flying skills.
Twilirth, heart of my heart, you are just brilliant! Ce'lie said, rubbing her hands together in anticipation. A surprise party. That would be just the thing, she thought, smiling to herself, her mood significantly improved. Now the only question was... who was getting on the invite list? She scanned the room again, wondering if anyone there was worthy of an invite to a party in honor of her favorite bronzerider.
Hmmmm... she thought to Twilirth as she scanned the faces around her. [twilirth] Hmmmm.... [/twilirth] her bonded echoed back at her as she scanned the skies around her in response. Perking up at the sight of a familiar face, Ce'lie grabbed her tray and headed over to the rider. "Hey there," she said jovially, unceremoniously plopping her tray on the table and taking a seat without so much as a by your leave. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Are you busy on the thirteenth?"
Anyone nearby watching the fun-loving green rider would notice that she stomped her right foot in frustration, just like a little girl, before catching herself and looking abashed. She loved parties and hated having to miss them. Even when they resulted in her having a little too much to drink and having to deal with the inevitable hangover the following day, Ce'lie just couldn't get enough of them. She was a regular social butterfly.
There were a number of reasons for her love of parties, but probably the number one reason she loved a good gathering was the gossip. And the longer everyone drank, the better the gossip would get. She grumbled as she made her way past several tables and grabbed a tray, filling it quickly with a few meat rolls. She didn't really like celebrating her birthday after it had passed. Lately it had become a double-edged sword; while it was a great excuse to get her fellow Katilans good'n'rowdy, it was also a reminder that she wasn't getting any younger.
Twilirth, who was busy doing her typical aerial acrobatics above the Dining Hall, intruded into her rider's thoughts. [twilirth] Morith says V'riy's birthing day is near, [/twilirth] the dragon informed her rider. [twilirth] Morith also says that V'riy isn't planning on celebrating it. Are we letting him get away with that? [/twilirth] the green asked pointedly as she banked right and extended her wings to their full length, performing an effortless and very lazy double-somersault. Ce'lie was long used to the impressive displays that Twilirth sometimes put on, but anyone watching was sure to take note of the dragon's superior flying skills.
Twilirth, heart of my heart, you are just brilliant! Ce'lie said, rubbing her hands together in anticipation. A surprise party. That would be just the thing, she thought, smiling to herself, her mood significantly improved. Now the only question was... who was getting on the invite list? She scanned the room again, wondering if anyone there was worthy of an invite to a party in honor of her favorite bronzerider.
Hmmmm... she thought to Twilirth as she scanned the faces around her. [twilirth] Hmmmm.... [/twilirth] her bonded echoed back at her as she scanned the skies around her in response. Perking up at the sight of a familiar face, Ce'lie grabbed her tray and headed over to the rider. "Hey there," she said jovially, unceremoniously plopping her tray on the table and taking a seat without so much as a by your leave. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Are you busy on the thirteenth?"
