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!
11.Aug.19, 01:21 PM
While it seemed to some as if the space between the first Hatchling appearing and the second might have seemed like forever, it was actually a very small period of time -- those who weren’t paying attention in a timely manner to the fact that the shell had cracked would be surprised when the next dragonet slithered free of his confines, the darkness of his hide obscuring his colour for several moments until he managed to pull himself to his feet, mewing pitifully, in pain; his joints feeling hard and dry and his skin too tightly pulled over his bones. Was life supposed to feel this awful?
Casa bit her lip, eyes wide, as the little baby found his feet and staggered into a standing position, legs splayed wide to help hold his weight up. Hatchlings were always awkward, but there was something heartwrenching about the way these ones were so clearly malnourished. Who would have thought that could happen? Casa reached back blindly, clinging to Nerreh’s hand tightly when the dragonet managed to move forward, his head barely held high enough to keep it out of the sand. But he was active, and his eyes - while sunkern and sad looking - sparkled with fierce colours. Casa decided he was determined, and she fidgeted anxiously.
Would he Impress? Would he survive? Oh, what he if Impressed and then died like that poor little green? Casa turned, tearing her eyes reluctantly from the dragonet for a moment to quickly wave forward a couple of attendants, who slipped forward (but not quite to the circle of Candidates) so they would be immediately available upon Impression for the new Weyrling to feed the dragonet.
Casa felt sick with anxiety, though, as the dragonet crept towards the candidates, mewing and stumbling, never quite falling but looking very much as if every movement he made, every step he took, was paining him greatly. The poor thing had to be so hungry, and his hide looked so grungy and Casa felt tears tumbling down her cheek as the little one Impressed, moaning softly in despair. She wanted to be happy for them - she really, really did! - but the horror of the little green dying, and the knowledge of what happened to people when they lost their dragon was too strong.
“No,” she whispered, only loud enough for Nerreh to hear if he tried, but no one else. Thallyath was unnaturally quiet as she watched the new bond, the assistants surging forward and giving the buckets of meat to the new Weyrling, while the Master Healer moved quickly, too. She really, really, really, hoped that the bond wouldn’t end in misery…
Casa bit her lip, eyes wide, as the little baby found his feet and staggered into a standing position, legs splayed wide to help hold his weight up. Hatchlings were always awkward, but there was something heartwrenching about the way these ones were so clearly malnourished. Who would have thought that could happen? Casa reached back blindly, clinging to Nerreh’s hand tightly when the dragonet managed to move forward, his head barely held high enough to keep it out of the sand. But he was active, and his eyes - while sunkern and sad looking - sparkled with fierce colours. Casa decided he was determined, and she fidgeted anxiously.
Would he Impress? Would he survive? Oh, what he if Impressed and then died like that poor little green? Casa turned, tearing her eyes reluctantly from the dragonet for a moment to quickly wave forward a couple of attendants, who slipped forward (but not quite to the circle of Candidates) so they would be immediately available upon Impression for the new Weyrling to feed the dragonet.
Casa felt sick with anxiety, though, as the dragonet crept towards the candidates, mewing and stumbling, never quite falling but looking very much as if every movement he made, every step he took, was paining him greatly. The poor thing had to be so hungry, and his hide looked so grungy and Casa felt tears tumbling down her cheek as the little one Impressed, moaning softly in despair. She wanted to be happy for them - she really, really did! - but the horror of the little green dying, and the knowledge of what happened to people when they lost their dragon was too strong.
“No,” she whispered, only loud enough for Nerreh to hear if he tried, but no one else. Thallyath was unnaturally quiet as she watched the new bond, the assistants surging forward and giving the buckets of meat to the new Weyrling, while the Master Healer moved quickly, too. She really, really, really, hoped that the bond wouldn’t end in misery…
