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!
23.Jan.12, 06:28 AM
True freedom was something rarely obtained for a creature that was literally dependent upon another from the first breath it took outside of the shell. Larrikith, like her dragon brethren, was no exception. Bonded to B'jin mere moments after her Hatching, she had had to search something shocking to find the young man, sitting as he had been upon the stands, recording the happenings for Weyr Records, in exchange for (apparently) a dragon of his own. That had been an interesting day, and Larrikith had greatly enjoyed it. But then, like her rider, Larrikith really did tend to enjoy most things.
It's just that she expressed her joy through sarcasm and cutting remarks, name calling, and abuse. But B'jin knew she loved him, so that was all that really mattered, in the end. Wasn't it?
At any rate, the dragon in question was greatly enjoying a flight without hindrance, human or otherwise. B'jin was sitting on the beach, where Larrikith had deposited him, while he worked on the shore line on the flying leathers that needed to be recreated. After Larrikith's unscheduled swim on the beach of Candidate Isle in the late summer of 230, the leathers she had been wearing at the time had become a touch salty and wet. They'd managed to survive until now, and B'jin had decided it was time to replace them. Larrikith, bored with lazing on the beach, had mumbled something to her rider before pushing off in a wave of sand and taken to the skies.
The wind, up high, was stronger than down low, but the thermals were warm and carried Larrikith's small size and light weight easily. Small dragon that she was, Larrikith floated like a bird on green membranes as she slowly began to circle the large mountain that sheltered Katila Weyr from the vast coastline that would lead to the ocean, and further more, to the North. Larrikith had no desire to head to the Northern beach line; instead, she altered her wings and tail, and flew towards a rocky cliff on the mountain, sitting near the top and landed lightly in a flutter of wings. The mountaintop was bare, rocks and a stray strangled tree. In the winter, it became capped in snow, but for now, it was cold and clear and the sun was warm on her hide, despite the heavy wind that was rushing over her lithe body.
Standing with her wings folded tightly to her spine, Larrikith craned her neck to look down, staring at the mountain side, and far below, the settlement that was Katila Weyr.
It's just that she expressed her joy through sarcasm and cutting remarks, name calling, and abuse. But B'jin knew she loved him, so that was all that really mattered, in the end. Wasn't it?
At any rate, the dragon in question was greatly enjoying a flight without hindrance, human or otherwise. B'jin was sitting on the beach, where Larrikith had deposited him, while he worked on the shore line on the flying leathers that needed to be recreated. After Larrikith's unscheduled swim on the beach of Candidate Isle in the late summer of 230, the leathers she had been wearing at the time had become a touch salty and wet. They'd managed to survive until now, and B'jin had decided it was time to replace them. Larrikith, bored with lazing on the beach, had mumbled something to her rider before pushing off in a wave of sand and taken to the skies.
The wind, up high, was stronger than down low, but the thermals were warm and carried Larrikith's small size and light weight easily. Small dragon that she was, Larrikith floated like a bird on green membranes as she slowly began to circle the large mountain that sheltered Katila Weyr from the vast coastline that would lead to the ocean, and further more, to the North. Larrikith had no desire to head to the Northern beach line; instead, she altered her wings and tail, and flew towards a rocky cliff on the mountain, sitting near the top and landed lightly in a flutter of wings. The mountaintop was bare, rocks and a stray strangled tree. In the winter, it became capped in snow, but for now, it was cold and clear and the sun was warm on her hide, despite the heavy wind that was rushing over her lithe body.
Standing with her wings folded tightly to her spine, Larrikith craned her neck to look down, staring at the mountain side, and far below, the settlement that was Katila Weyr.
