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.Sep.19, 09:15 PM
“I suppose,” B’kit granted, ignoring the vague reference to the plague and finished scrubbing Erebuth down, scooping warm water over the blue to wash away the soapsand. “Goodness knows I’ve seen more healers in the past couple weeks than I ever want to see in my life, though. Friendly and knowledge-seeking as they are, it’s… a bit grating after a while.” Being constantly reminded that this whole thing was so tenuous. Better not to dwell on that though; the dragonets were all slowly filling out, though all were still small for their age. And their partners were finding that all of them were stubborn in their own way.
He offered a small smile for the fat little brown flit, trying to let the feeling of being rubbed the wrong way by the candidate roll off. “My Nutmeg was lazy too, till he found some friends. Now he’s a little instigator, always off playing when he’s not curled up with Erebuth.”
The blue glanced over at Junko, who wasn’t that different from Nutty, he supposed. Just more chatty. And bigger. I thought he was my friend, but he isn’t. He’s yours. Sorry I called him fat. Erebuth shook off the water from his wings and looked up at Kitt hopefully. Now can we go back? “Sure,” B’kit replied. “You’ll have to dry off on the ledge though. I’m not oiling you wet again- that was too messy.”
He offered a small smile for the fat little brown flit, trying to let the feeling of being rubbed the wrong way by the candidate roll off. “My Nutmeg was lazy too, till he found some friends. Now he’s a little instigator, always off playing when he’s not curled up with Erebuth.”
The blue glanced over at Junko, who wasn’t that different from Nutty, he supposed. Just more chatty. And bigger. I thought he was my friend, but he isn’t. He’s yours. Sorry I called him fat. Erebuth shook off the water from his wings and looked up at Kitt hopefully. Now can we go back? “Sure,” B’kit replied. “You’ll have to dry off on the ledge though. I’m not oiling you wet again- that was too messy.”
