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.Feb.21, 01:19 AM
Madiquel’s steps were full of bounce as she left R’nya and Rhaedalyn’s weyr, having spoken with them at length about her desire to return to Fort, as she wanted to keep up her healer training and Fort was home. Its where she felt most comfortable and while Ista was lovely with the warmth, it wasn’t home the way that Fort was. So she would be moving home. R’nya was going to talk to D’hys about arranging to have her Papa transported back to Fort – he’d be asked, but they all assumed he would want to follow Madiquel – and Madiquel was grateful for that; Zezeth insisted she could, but Madiquel wasn’t willing to try her father as a passenger on the delicate and dainty green.
She could feel Zezeth’s exasperation at her thoughts, but she ignored the green as she made her way through the Weyr halls, her aim the Weyrling Barracks to see her friends that had Impressed at the most recent Hatching. She hadn’t made it to view the Hatching, as she’d been bogged down with a really bad bug and travel just wasn’t an option. Which upset her, because of course Quinvalis would go and Impress while she wasn’t there! Madiquel grinned as she exited the Weyr and made a beeline for the Weyrlings.
She spotted them easily, being overwatched by the Weyrlingmaster and Assistants, they were outside for some sunshine and late lunch. Some of the dragonets were sprawled out and sleeping, some were playing, some were still eating, and some were being oiled. Madiquel’s bright gaze flickered across the people until she spotted the one she really wanted to see, and she broke into a run. “Quin!” was all the warning the young rider got before Madiquel threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging tightly. “Congratulations!” She gushed, pressing a kiss to his cheek and beaming. “What’s your new name? Who is your dragon?” She released him and bounced on the balls of her feet.
Coming along behind her, a little more sedately, was Zezeth. She paused just far enough away to be polite, and curled up in the sun, watching the dragonets with curiosity and interest. They were so different than herself and her own clutchmates and the Weyrlingmaster seemed much more relaxed than their own! Of course, these dragonets were all healthy and happy and full of energy unlike the green and her two blue brothers who had struggled to even break free of their eggs. Hello, Zezeth said softly, in her low and gravelly voice, speaking to the little dragon that was clearly bonded to Madiquel’s friend, and the friend himself. She wasn’t big on speaking, so she didn’t add anything further, just watched them quietly.
She could feel Zezeth’s exasperation at her thoughts, but she ignored the green as she made her way through the Weyr halls, her aim the Weyrling Barracks to see her friends that had Impressed at the most recent Hatching. She hadn’t made it to view the Hatching, as she’d been bogged down with a really bad bug and travel just wasn’t an option. Which upset her, because of course Quinvalis would go and Impress while she wasn’t there! Madiquel grinned as she exited the Weyr and made a beeline for the Weyrlings.
She spotted them easily, being overwatched by the Weyrlingmaster and Assistants, they were outside for some sunshine and late lunch. Some of the dragonets were sprawled out and sleeping, some were playing, some were still eating, and some were being oiled. Madiquel’s bright gaze flickered across the people until she spotted the one she really wanted to see, and she broke into a run. “Quin!” was all the warning the young rider got before Madiquel threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging tightly. “Congratulations!” She gushed, pressing a kiss to his cheek and beaming. “What’s your new name? Who is your dragon?” She released him and bounced on the balls of her feet.
Coming along behind her, a little more sedately, was Zezeth. She paused just far enough away to be polite, and curled up in the sun, watching the dragonets with curiosity and interest. They were so different than herself and her own clutchmates and the Weyrlingmaster seemed much more relaxed than their own! Of course, these dragonets were all healthy and happy and full of energy unlike the green and her two blue brothers who had struggled to even break free of their eggs. Hello, Zezeth said softly, in her low and gravelly voice, speaking to the little dragon that was clearly bonded to Madiquel’s friend, and the friend himself. She wasn’t big on speaking, so she didn’t add anything further, just watched them quietly.
