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!
18.Feb.21, 12:19 AM
"Does it usually work?" she asked as her hand continued to move. She tilted the paper, cocking her head as she studied it. She was fairly new to the whole sketching thing and had found a talent for it and a love for it. Listening to his little comment was annoying even if she knew that deep down she appreciated it. She wanted to ignore it, toss her head, and frown at him until he was cowering in the corner but Maliah was pretty sure she wouldn't get very far with that.
She growled and scrubbed the tails until they were gone before she started drawing again. She shortened them, making the tails stubby as he suggested, and sniffed when she realized he was right. She finally glanced up to see who was interrupting her. Bluerider. Cranky by the look of the wrinkles she could see starting. "Well beastie," she said with a nod, "Apparently you were right and they did need to be stubbier."
She studied him a little more, head still cocked, and tried to remember his name. There were a lot of dragonriders in a weyr and Mali couldn't say that she'd met every single one. "I can't seem to remember who you are," she said, "I can keep calling you beastie but people seem to get pissed when I do that, so unless you like it, I'm gonna need your name."
She growled and scrubbed the tails until they were gone before she started drawing again. She shortened them, making the tails stubby as he suggested, and sniffed when she realized he was right. She finally glanced up to see who was interrupting her. Bluerider. Cranky by the look of the wrinkles she could see starting. "Well beastie," she said with a nod, "Apparently you were right and they did need to be stubbier."
She studied him a little more, head still cocked, and tried to remember his name. There were a lot of dragonriders in a weyr and Mali couldn't say that she'd met every single one. "I can't seem to remember who you are," she said, "I can keep calling you beastie but people seem to get pissed when I do that, so unless you like it, I'm gonna need your name."
