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!
23.Dec.17, 08:01 AM
The screeches, roars and bellows of randy greens were not a sound that caused notice or interest to Casa, and indeed, coupled with the early hour, she did no more than roll over and snuggle back down into her blankets. Sighing softly and planning to enjoy another several hours of good sleep and sweet dreams, when she realised – with great disgust – that Thallyath was peering over the edge of the weyr with deep curiosity. Would you go back to sleep. You’ve seen green flights before, Casa grumbled, poking her dragon mentally with irritation. It is not a green, Thallyath responded, her tone curious as her emotions, It is Nadioth.
It took Casa a disgusting amount of time – and another dragon’s echoing bellow – to realise that Nadioth was a gold dragon. Thallyath was a gold dragon. Gold dragons couldn’t share sky space. Casa fell out of bed in her sudden flurry to vacate the comfortable mass of blankets, bumping her elbow sharply on her bedside table and crying out in pain. Scrabbling to her feet, Casa dashed around madly, throwing on pants and a shirt (both of which were rumpled and worn) and shoved her feet into boots. “Thally!” She cried, as there was a loud round of knocks on her door. “We’re going! We’re going!” She cried, not bothering to answer it, as she threw her riding leathers on her confused dragon.Whatever is the fuss? I want to watch! “You can’t!” Casa gasped, scrambling onto her dragon. “We have to leave!”
Thallyath leaped from the edge of the weyr, rising swiftly into the pre-dawn air – still intently watching the feasting gold and the milling male dragons – before she was forced to pay attention to Casa as the girl gave instructions for…Benden Weyr? It’s empty! Exactly! Casa replied, as Thallyath took them between with a woosh of cold air. I don’t know the routine of the other golds in the other Weyrs, Casa admitted. Usually, Thallyath would have scolded her for not being informed, but the young gold dragon was too confused, her quizzical poke for Casa to explain giving her away.
“You can’t be around a gold dragon when she Flies, love,” Casa explained, sliding off Thallyath after the young gold landed in the empty Weyrbowl. “You might be prompted to Fly too…” Casa fell off, as if that explained everything.
I don’t understand. Thallyath frowned. Why can I not Fly if I want to?
“Can you see yourself sharing the bronzes with Nadioth?” Casa replied dryly, raising an eyebrow, staring at her dragon. “What if they chased her instead of you?”
Thallyath snorted,they wouldn’t dare.
“That is exactly why golds can’t Fly at the same time, in the same sky. And since I don’t know the routine of the golds at Fort and Telgar, we had to come here.” Casa cringed as Thallayth took that opportunity to scold her rider for not being up to date on all the important information she should be, and grumbled to herself as she peered around the empty Weyr. Casa sighed, wondering how long Nadioth’s flight would take, and how she’d find out it had finished. She hadn’t thought to tell anyone where she was going. Thallayth took that opportunity to scold her further, and Casa flopped onto the ground with a groan.
It took Casa a disgusting amount of time – and another dragon’s echoing bellow – to realise that Nadioth was a gold dragon. Thallyath was a gold dragon. Gold dragons couldn’t share sky space. Casa fell out of bed in her sudden flurry to vacate the comfortable mass of blankets, bumping her elbow sharply on her bedside table and crying out in pain. Scrabbling to her feet, Casa dashed around madly, throwing on pants and a shirt (both of which were rumpled and worn) and shoved her feet into boots. “Thally!” She cried, as there was a loud round of knocks on her door. “We’re going! We’re going!” She cried, not bothering to answer it, as she threw her riding leathers on her confused dragon.
Thallyath leaped from the edge of the weyr, rising swiftly into the pre-dawn air – still intently watching the feasting gold and the milling male dragons – before she was forced to pay attention to Casa as the girl gave instructions for…
“You can’t be around a gold dragon when she Flies, love,” Casa explained, sliding off Thallyath after the young gold landed in the empty Weyrbowl. “You might be prompted to Fly too…” Casa fell off, as if that explained everything.
“Can you see yourself sharing the bronzes with Nadioth?” Casa replied dryly, raising an eyebrow, staring at her dragon. “What if they chased her instead of you?”
Thallyath snorted,
“That is exactly why golds can’t Fly at the same time, in the same sky. And since I don’t know the routine of the golds at Fort and Telgar, we had to come here.” Casa cringed as Thallayth took that opportunity to scold her rider for not being up to date on all the important information she should be, and grumbled to herself as she peered around the empty Weyr. Casa sighed, wondering how long Nadioth’s flight would take, and how she’d find out it had finished. She hadn’t thought to tell anyone where she was going. Thallayth took that opportunity to scold her further, and Casa flopped onto the ground with a groan.
