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.Dec.13, 12:20 AM
Neither R’nya nor Xyreith were overly keen to actually enter the sands, however, and both crept almost comically up to the doorway, the bronze snaking his head in over the top of R’nya’s as they both peered in. Aradissicath was generally a good natured dragon, but Xyreith had been snapped at enough in recent times, and R’nya wasn’t overly keen on pressing golden buttons himself. They watched in silence from the safety of the outskirts… At least until a weyrbrat approached R’nya with a blanket and food for Rhaedalyn and skittered out before he could be bullied into delivering the goods to the woman. R’nya grumbled (mentally, and never visibly!) to Xyreith as he unhappily left the safety of the doorway and made his way to the girl. He did not speak, but that was hardly uncommon, as he draped the blanket around her shoulders and quietly handed her the meal. He did not think she even knew it was he.
It was only when Aradissicath flopped over in exhaustion that Xyreith considered it safe to enter, and he strode across the sands like a smug bastard, eyes swirling happily as he approached the two girls and R’nya, chirping an almost childish greeting that belied the large dragon’s delight. The girl had done well! Xyreith stopped close enough to drop his nose to Araddisicath’s, giving her a nudge before snorting on her. He followed it up with a lick, just because he could before sitting down primly and turning his head to eye Aradissicath curiously.
The bronzerider was walking through the clutch, careful not to touch any but eyeing them all carefully. At the sound of Rhaedalyn’s praise, followed by her question, the bronzerider turned to stare at her, his pale eyes wide in his face. “Forty-two!” Had his voice not been husky with surprise, and the strong desire not to work Aradissicath up, the words quite clearly would have come out a squeal of delight. The man stepped lightly back through the eggs, and extended a hand to Rhaedalyn, pulling her carefully to her feet. “And look!” Tugging on her hand, almost childishly, R’nya just about dragged Rhaedalyn across the sands to one spot in particular, pausing dramatically before stepping aside to show her what he’d found: “A gold!”
Grinning, the expression more than slightly bizarre on the usually stoic bronzerider, R’nya pulled the young goldrider to him, lifting her and spinning her in a circle. The simple motion expressing how incredibly thrilled the man was. Barely containing the urge to do something outrageous – like cartwheels – R’nya placed Rhaedalyn gently back on her feet and kissed her lightly on the cheek. “Wonderful, amazing, beautiful girls!” Flashing a bright grin again, R’nya took Rhaedalyn’s hand and lead her lightly back towards the two dragons, glancing over his shoulder once more towards the gold egg. A gold! Xyreith had never sired a gold, before!
