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!
22.Apr.19, 12:35 AM
It was a relief when A’tay opened his eyes, though F’drel’s panic spiked when they closed again. Thankfully, A’tay seemed to be functioning, and F’drel watched him carefully as he reached up to feel his own head. He hadn’t actually hit his head, had he? Or was it more about the mental strain of resisting his dragon and fighting to ground him, which apparently worked since Miri informed him Xyxyth had joined her on the ledge. No matter what the cause, F’drel fretted quietly as A’tay struggled to sit up, not sure if he was welcome to help him up.
“Maybe you should lie back down,” he suggested, looking around for something A’tay could be sick into if need be. He had a trash bin next to his small night stand, that would probably do, and F’drel carefully stood up, moving to grab the trash bin as well as the spare pillow. “Here,” he said, putting both down next to A’tay. “Anything else I can get for you? Water?” F’drel hovered awkwardly near A’tay, not entirely sure the best thing to do next. His instincts said to keep an eye on him, but the bronzerider may just want to be left alone for a little while. He didn’t want to push the kid if he was uncomfortable, even if he was worried about him.
Why did Flights have to be so fucking complicated? He wasn’t even supposed to have anything to do with this one.
Halomirth rumbled slightly at Xyxyth, encouraging him to come up to the ledge and take as much space as he needed. She shuffled a little to lie closer to him, silently offering to let him him lean against her if he wanted to, or needed the reassurance. The bronze was young, younger than her, even, and Halomirth knew new emotions from her rider in her first turn or so could be really overwhelming, and she wanted to offer Xyxyth her support.
“Maybe you should lie back down,” he suggested, looking around for something A’tay could be sick into if need be. He had a trash bin next to his small night stand, that would probably do, and F’drel carefully stood up, moving to grab the trash bin as well as the spare pillow. “Here,” he said, putting both down next to A’tay. “Anything else I can get for you? Water?” F’drel hovered awkwardly near A’tay, not entirely sure the best thing to do next. His instincts said to keep an eye on him, but the bronzerider may just want to be left alone for a little while. He didn’t want to push the kid if he was uncomfortable, even if he was worried about him.
Why did Flights have to be so fucking complicated? He wasn’t even supposed to have anything to do with this one.
Halomirth rumbled slightly at Xyxyth, encouraging him to come up to the ledge and take as much space as he needed. She shuffled a little to lie closer to him, silently offering to let him him lean against her if he wanted to, or needed the reassurance. The bronze was young, younger than her, even, and Halomirth knew new emotions from her rider in her first turn or so could be really overwhelming, and she wanted to offer Xyxyth her support.
