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!
29.May.18, 09:13 AM
It was happening!
The bussing the barracks were exiting on its own, even if they had been pulled out of bed at a shitty time. This was something he had been looking forward to even if his father and younger brother was coming, the letter still fresh in his mind. He had been pissed, possibly snapped at a fellow candidate or two. But he could deal with it later, he did not have the time to worry about his dumb brother or father. Wasn't like it matter what the man thought, as far as he could tell he could do nothing to change or affect the dragon which would choose him.
Hands pulled through his hair, as he fights to tie the leather strap around it. Once its up he rushes to find his cloaths, halfway dressed he realize he needs to warm the hatching robs and not his normal everyday clothing. Swearing loudly everything is ripped off, a button ripped from its place on his shirt as everything is just dropped on the bed. The right clothes out and he faces another problem as he fights to get it on. Rumbling in protests he finally manages to get everything on, but the rushed of and on dressing has left his hair all over the place again. He needs to get it cut back down soon, shitty hair. Wasn't even that long but it was long enough to be pulled back in a small ponytail.
Hair done he rushes out the door, quick to grab a pair of thick shoes on the way. He finds that most other candidates have already left and he curses everything.
However, on his bed, his brown filters rolls up on the sheets. Hunter being in no rush to leave his sleeping spot, the brown no bothering to get out of his comfy bed this early.
Siroll rushes through the Weyr, quick to get the sands, shit if he was late. But appears he was just on time, but in the last minute. Reaching the other candidates, and soon spreading out over the sands. A long breath to calm himself, he made it and it was time. But even so, even with his calm exterior, his heartbeat was over the roof. Excitement and slight worry in his chest. Dragon hatchings could get bloody, young dragons were not held back like adult dragons form hurting a person. Finding a spot on the sands he looks around finding the familiar face of Mylorah in the crowd but she was quite a distance from him. For a moment he debated going to her, but ended up raising a hand in a wave a smile on his lips along with a nod. His way of saying good luck without screaming it across the other candidates.
Mentions: Mylorah
The bussing the barracks were exiting on its own, even if they had been pulled out of bed at a shitty time. This was something he had been looking forward to even if his father and younger brother was coming, the letter still fresh in his mind. He had been pissed, possibly snapped at a fellow candidate or two. But he could deal with it later, he did not have the time to worry about his dumb brother or father. Wasn't like it matter what the man thought, as far as he could tell he could do nothing to change or affect the dragon which would choose him.
Hands pulled through his hair, as he fights to tie the leather strap around it. Once its up he rushes to find his cloaths, halfway dressed he realize he needs to warm the hatching robs and not his normal everyday clothing. Swearing loudly everything is ripped off, a button ripped from its place on his shirt as everything is just dropped on the bed. The right clothes out and he faces another problem as he fights to get it on. Rumbling in protests he finally manages to get everything on, but the rushed of and on dressing has left his hair all over the place again. He needs to get it cut back down soon, shitty hair. Wasn't even that long but it was long enough to be pulled back in a small ponytail.
Hair done he rushes out the door, quick to grab a pair of thick shoes on the way. He finds that most other candidates have already left and he curses everything.
However, on his bed, his brown filters rolls up on the sheets. Hunter being in no rush to leave his sleeping spot, the brown no bothering to get out of his comfy bed this early.
Siroll rushes through the Weyr, quick to get the sands, shit if he was late. But appears he was just on time, but in the last minute. Reaching the other candidates, and soon spreading out over the sands. A long breath to calm himself, he made it and it was time. But even so, even with his calm exterior, his heartbeat was over the roof. Excitement and slight worry in his chest. Dragon hatchings could get bloody, young dragons were not held back like adult dragons form hurting a person. Finding a spot on the sands he looks around finding the familiar face of Mylorah in the crowd but she was quite a distance from him. For a moment he debated going to her, but ended up raising a hand in a wave a smile on his lips along with a nod. His way of saying good luck without screaming it across the other candidates.
Mentions: Mylorah
