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!
04.Mar.18, 07:42 AM
Casa giggled, “You never know when that could be useful!” she agreed, amused at the idea of a bronzerider sucking up to anyone, especially T’ryn. She had always imagined him to be rather stoic, really, like his friend N’mor. Those two were about as inseparable as a Hatchling from its first feed, and it was definitely hard to imagine N’mor sucking up to anyone, or anything. Despite the fact that their dragons all came from the same clutch, Casa felt like she really didn’t know any of the men who had Impressed at the same time she had. She blamed that on Thallyath being gold; most of her lessons had been spent with the other goldriders, and then she’d been further isolated when everyone moved North and she and Thallyath had yet to learn how to between. Being a goldrider had some serious drawbacks! Why couldn’t Thallyath have been green?!
Because green just isn’t my shade, dear. He’s speaking again.
Casa blinked and looked back to T’ryn as he took up talking again, babbling on excitedly about his home and the placed he could show her. “That sounds fun!” Casa grinned, delighted by the pictures he’d painted and the ideas he had planted in her mind. It would be getting Thallyath to go along that would the challenge. Casa threw her dragon a sly look. Then again, if she insisted on being a pain in the rear, Casa could always hitch a ride cuddled up behind T’ryn on his big strong bronze… Thallyath’s eyes flashed in anger and she snarled, partly at Casa and partly at Syrendryth. Casa sniggered, hiding it behind her hand, and Thallyath snorted angrily at her rider.
Nodding, Casa helped herself to a piece of fruit. “Thank you,” her voice was sincere. She hadn’t thought to bring food, and she’d been asleep before Thallyath roused her to watch the Flight they couldn’t be around for. “That sounds like a good idea,” she agreed, though the prospect of hanging out in the lonely, empty Weyr was not very appealing and she stood up, looking around with a sort of sadness. This place had once been filled with people and dragons, and now all it held was the echoes of their presence, long since lost to time. “It’s so… empty,” she said softly, meaning more than just the lack of people and dragons, but the resounding silence that hung over the place.
Casa blinked and looked back to T’ryn as he took up talking again, babbling on excitedly about his home and the placed he could show her. “That sounds fun!” Casa grinned, delighted by the pictures he’d painted and the ideas he had planted in her mind. It would be getting Thallyath to go along that would the challenge. Casa threw her dragon a sly look. Then again, if she insisted on being a pain in the rear, Casa could always hitch a ride cuddled up behind T’ryn on his big strong bronze… Thallyath’s eyes flashed in anger and she snarled, partly at Casa and partly at Syrendryth. Casa sniggered, hiding it behind her hand, and Thallyath snorted angrily at her rider.
Nodding, Casa helped herself to a piece of fruit. “Thank you,” her voice was sincere. She hadn’t thought to bring food, and she’d been asleep before Thallyath roused her to watch the Flight they couldn’t be around for. “That sounds like a good idea,” she agreed, though the prospect of hanging out in the lonely, empty Weyr was not very appealing and she stood up, looking around with a sort of sadness. This place had once been filled with people and dragons, and now all it held was the echoes of their presence, long since lost to time. “It’s so… empty,” she said softly, meaning more than just the lack of people and dragons, but the resounding silence that hung over the place.
