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!
07.Jun.18, 09:46 PM
Madiquel considered Ayontay’s comment, pursing her lips thoughtfully. She wasn’t sure how she felt about asking Vaeyla that; she was rather intimidated by the regal goldriders and their beautiful dragons! She didn’t really consider how amusing it was that everyone else was afraid of her father and friendly with the Weyrleaders while she was the complete opposite. Her father never frightened her – well, sometimes he did, but not in the way he frightened other people. Her fear was always fed by her not wanting him to hurt himself or get lost in the madness that had sprouted when his dragon was lost. Madiquel shook those thoughts away before she could really worry about how her Papa was doing without her.
Clover didn’t need an invitation; as soon as Shadow was in the water, she threw herself in as well, splashing and squawking joyfully. Madiquel’s smile returned, her frown smoothing away as she watched the little beasts playing in the warm water. After a moment, she sat back a little and pulled off her long-sleeved shirt, leaving her in a sleeveless undershirt. Ista Weyr was definitely warm and she hadn’t needed the long-sleeved shirt, but Madiquel liked it (it was one of her favourites) and she had wanted to be comfortable around the older kids. Familiar clothing was comfortable, and in the depths of the Weyr and an unused room, she’d found the long sleeves kept her warm enough without overheating or being too cool. She did not, however, want to get it soaked from playing with and bathing firelizards.
Tossing the shirt towards the door, Madiquel leaned forward with a giggle and poked Clover on the rump, dunking her firelizard’s rear under the water and making the little green shriek in delighted and playful outrage. Still giggling, Madiquel tweaked on the edge of one of Clover’s wings as the firelizard attempted to swim around in circles and bat at the offending fingers at the same time. Mostly she ended up dunking herself, which just had Madiquel laughing outright in delighted amusement as she continued to tease the green until she wore herself out. When Clover was obviously exhausted, Madiquel scooped her out of the water and stole some of Ayontay’s soapsand, lathering it up between her hands before scrubbing the little green.
Glancing up shyly suddenly, Madiquel tilted her head at Ayontay. “Ayontay?” She asked, her voice almost hesitant. “What colour dragon do you think you’ll Impress?” The question of Ayontay Impressing never entered Madiquel’s mind; she knew her friend would make a superior dragonrider, it was just a matter of time (and hopefully he’d Impress at Fort!) but she was curious as to what he thought he’d get. She knew the Candidates discussed such things amongst themselves, but she wasn’t a Candidate and none of her friends seemed to be interested in talking to her about their hopes. That didn’t usually bother her, but Ayontay was her best friend, and she knew – hoped, anyway! – that whatever dragon he Impressed she’d hopefully be friends with, too!
Clover didn’t need an invitation; as soon as Shadow was in the water, she threw herself in as well, splashing and squawking joyfully. Madiquel’s smile returned, her frown smoothing away as she watched the little beasts playing in the warm water. After a moment, she sat back a little and pulled off her long-sleeved shirt, leaving her in a sleeveless undershirt. Ista Weyr was definitely warm and she hadn’t needed the long-sleeved shirt, but Madiquel liked it (it was one of her favourites) and she had wanted to be comfortable around the older kids. Familiar clothing was comfortable, and in the depths of the Weyr and an unused room, she’d found the long sleeves kept her warm enough without overheating or being too cool. She did not, however, want to get it soaked from playing with and bathing firelizards.
Tossing the shirt towards the door, Madiquel leaned forward with a giggle and poked Clover on the rump, dunking her firelizard’s rear under the water and making the little green shriek in delighted and playful outrage. Still giggling, Madiquel tweaked on the edge of one of Clover’s wings as the firelizard attempted to swim around in circles and bat at the offending fingers at the same time. Mostly she ended up dunking herself, which just had Madiquel laughing outright in delighted amusement as she continued to tease the green until she wore herself out. When Clover was obviously exhausted, Madiquel scooped her out of the water and stole some of Ayontay’s soapsand, lathering it up between her hands before scrubbing the little green.
Glancing up shyly suddenly, Madiquel tilted her head at Ayontay. “Ayontay?” She asked, her voice almost hesitant. “What colour dragon do you think you’ll Impress?” The question of Ayontay Impressing never entered Madiquel’s mind; she knew her friend would make a superior dragonrider, it was just a matter of time (and hopefully he’d Impress at Fort!) but she was curious as to what he thought he’d get. She knew the Candidates discussed such things amongst themselves, but she wasn’t a Candidate and none of her friends seemed to be interested in talking to her about their hopes. That didn’t usually bother her, but Ayontay was her best friend, and she knew – hoped, anyway! – that whatever dragon he Impressed she’d hopefully be friends with, too!
