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!
02.Mar.12, 09:17 AM
Indivara had fled the Weyr, and everything it contained, her small body zooming between huts and dragons alike as she made quick her escape following the completion of her morning chores. Dressed in three quarter length pants (most likely to be because of her latest growth spurt as a fashionable decision on her part) and a sleeveless shirt that revealed wiry arms as she threw herself at the first tree, and swung up in a manner that was somewhere between an expert gymnast and a Terran monkey. Bare feet gripped the tree as she scrambled with practised ease up the tree and into the top most branches. Once there, she made quick work of leaping from tree to tree, she quickly put the Weyr well behind her, fingers grasping at branches even as her voice began to filter through the leaves, fuelled by anger.
"One stupid, sharding turn!" Her voice went several octaves higher on the curse word, and she ripped a branch from a particularly defenceless tree, stalking along a branch as she whipped the limb she'd stolen around, slashing at over hanging branches as she went. "A turn!" That time it was hissed between her teeth, and she swung so heavily at another branch that the girl lost her usually incredible balance and went careening out of the tree. Instead of attempting to grab a branch or scream like an idiot, the girl curled herself into a ball and toppled to the ground, landing heavily on her left hip she gave a chocked gasp as she flattened out, glaring up at the tree on her back as her branch, the one she'd been swinging wildly around, came plummeting down to land beside her. She shifted her gaze to look at it sideways, before turning to look back up at the tree she'd fallen from.
"Sorry!" Sarcasm was thick in the tone, and she hurled herself to her feet, not bothering to dust herself off, the girl threw herself back at the tree, and began to monkey her way back up into the safe net of branches. She wanted to mutter something snide to the tree, about how nothing they could do to her would be as bad as D'ren banning her from the sands - again - but she had broken enough bones from mistreating trees to keep her mouth shut on that particular line of commentary. Instead, she let out another explosive, "One. Freaking. Turn!" She snarled. "I'd make a better dragonrider ten times over than all the Northern crap combined! ONE turn! AHG!"
"One stupid, sharding turn!" Her voice went several octaves higher on the curse word, and she ripped a branch from a particularly defenceless tree, stalking along a branch as she whipped the limb she'd stolen around, slashing at over hanging branches as she went. "A turn!" That time it was hissed between her teeth, and she swung so heavily at another branch that the girl lost her usually incredible balance and went careening out of the tree. Instead of attempting to grab a branch or scream like an idiot, the girl curled herself into a ball and toppled to the ground, landing heavily on her left hip she gave a chocked gasp as she flattened out, glaring up at the tree on her back as her branch, the one she'd been swinging wildly around, came plummeting down to land beside her. She shifted her gaze to look at it sideways, before turning to look back up at the tree she'd fallen from.
"Sorry!" Sarcasm was thick in the tone, and she hurled herself to her feet, not bothering to dust herself off, the girl threw herself back at the tree, and began to monkey her way back up into the safe net of branches. She wanted to mutter something snide to the tree, about how nothing they could do to her would be as bad as D'ren banning her from the sands - again - but she had broken enough bones from mistreating trees to keep her mouth shut on that particular line of commentary. Instead, she let out another explosive, "One. Freaking. Turn!" She snarled. "I'd make a better dragonrider ten times over than all the Northern crap combined! ONE turn! AHG!"
