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!
26.Jun.18, 04:37 AM
The Hatching had been a fucking disaster, and N’mor still wasn’t sure what to make of it. Naturally, Rhezalth had been quite firm that it wasn’t his fault, what had occurred. N’mor didn’t disagree with his dragon, but as much as he wanted to lay all the blame on Vaeyla and Nadioth, he just couldn’t seem to do it. It would be best if his dragon never flew that particular gold again, though. The whispers he’d heard, though, of other goldriders commenting that they’d never let Rhezalth win their gold’s maiden flight had N’mor bristling in outrage.
None of the goldriders had come out and said anything, not directly, of course. But N’mor figured that since some of the gold candidates had made snide comments, it would be something the women who actually had dragons would be thinking. Bitches. Shaking his head, N’mor pushed his empty plate away from himself; he’d opted for a late dinner in his room rather than being social; he wasn’t feeling much like company today, which was, quite naturally, why company came seeking him.
Looking up at the sound of the knock on the door, the same time it was pushed open, and N’mor’s eyebrow arched slightly as he watched Mylorah waltz in with snacks. The young bronzerider sighed softly and leaned back in his dining chair, stretching his legs out under the table and watching the woman make her way over to join him. “To what do I owe this wonderful company of yours?” He asked, voice resigned but holding a teasing tone as he reached forward and plucked a slice of fruit off the plate she set on the table.
None of the goldriders had come out and said anything, not directly, of course. But N’mor figured that since some of the gold candidates had made snide comments, it would be something the women who actually had dragons would be thinking. Bitches. Shaking his head, N’mor pushed his empty plate away from himself; he’d opted for a late dinner in his room rather than being social; he wasn’t feeling much like company today, which was, quite naturally, why company came seeking him.
Looking up at the sound of the knock on the door, the same time it was pushed open, and N’mor’s eyebrow arched slightly as he watched Mylorah waltz in with snacks. The young bronzerider sighed softly and leaned back in his dining chair, stretching his legs out under the table and watching the woman make her way over to join him. “To what do I owe this wonderful company of yours?” He asked, voice resigned but holding a teasing tone as he reached forward and plucked a slice of fruit off the plate she set on the table.
