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!
05.Jul.21, 01:28 PM
After the commotion of the last batch, the whole cavern was slightly on edge. Helyna had stolen glances at N’mor’s face and he seemed to be as conflicted as she was about the whole clutch. But still, there did seem to be several good dragons in the bunch, and maybe it was just the unseasonable heat that was making them all cranky. Besides--Iliyith was still extremely proud of their first gold daughter!
Egg #33 was the next to crack, the top popping up and sticking on the dragonet’s head like a silly helmet or hat.Blue 9 scrambled out of the rest of the shell with a chirp, shaking, then scratching to get the piece off his head. Once free of the egg, he spotted movement--something was dangling down and twitching around attractively off a table, and he stalked carefully over, low to the sands. He almost would have successfully pounced the dangling bandage, but there was suddenly a person in his way! Unable to stop, he found himself colliding hard with the backs of Rhamnus’s legs as the healer moved around the table. Beeping apologetically, the blue backed up and caught the eye of the boy being fixed up. Still feeling bad for getting in the way, he tried to wedge himself under the table till Rhamnus finished working on his chosen--only partially successfully, with his tail forming a tripping hazard.
Out of Egg #31 tumbled the last green of the clutch, lucky littleGreen 13 . She took her sweet time finding her mate, walking along the lines and clusters, making little clicking noises as she searched. Egg #34 split next and revealed a stunning dark blue. Blue 10 was quiet, but determined, looking along the line for his chosen. It wasn’t till he moved that they realized something wasn’t quite right with one of his wings. He was having trouble holding it up and folded away, and the tip dragged on the sands. But he didn’t complain, even as the dragonhealers checked it out after he impressed and rigged up a sling to help him hold it up till they could adapt some strengthening exercises to a baby dragonet.
Egg #7 cracked slowly, revealing a bronze head and neck before the baby had to rest, stuck at an awkward angle for getting out. And the last to crack was Egg #23, with an energetic brown smashing his way out and inadvertently helping his bronze brother, stumbling onto his shell and cracking it further. Hearing the indignant bronze inside,Brown 5 hurried off and hid behind his boy. But Bronze 3 had only been chiding his brother, not about to attack like the other had earlier.
Walking along the line of boys, he regarded them all curiously. One or two of them had touched his shell, and he paused, considering, but no, none of them were quite right. He kept looking, but wasn’t becoming overly distressed, though he could feel the tension in the cavern building the longer it took to find his mate. But then... there he was!Bronze 3 hurried over to his side, then nudged his hand to get his attention. Then nudged it again more firmly and meeped up at him indignantly till finally, his chosen met his eyes.
Egg #33 was the next to crack, the top popping up and sticking on the dragonet’s head like a silly helmet or hat.
Out of Egg #31 tumbled the last green of the clutch, lucky little
Egg #7 cracked slowly, revealing a bronze head and neck before the baby had to rest, stuck at an awkward angle for getting out. And the last to crack was Egg #23, with an energetic brown smashing his way out and inadvertently helping his bronze brother, stumbling onto his shell and cracking it further. Hearing the indignant bronze inside,
Walking along the line of boys, he regarded them all curiously. One or two of them had touched his shell, and he paused, considering, but no, none of them were quite right. He kept looking, but wasn’t becoming overly distressed, though he could feel the tension in the cavern building the longer it took to find his mate. But then... there he was!
