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.Feb.12, 11:46 AM
Larrikith gave a rumble of laughter at Ronarth's confused admittance about Grith, and she tilted slightly in his direction, her wing just missing his as she dipped under him. Grith can be a fool. She responded simply, hitting an updraft and letting it lift her small form back up towards the ever open sky as Ronarth dropped down and crossed over above her fellow green. Larrikith dropped her head, peering back between her knees as she flew over the top of the pair.
Tilting sharply, Larrikith dropped and angled down sharply to fall lightly between the two dragons, and another rumble of draconic laughter echoed up from her green chest as Grith snapped a greeting to Ronarth. Highly amused, Larrikith turned her sparkling gaze upon Ronarth and gave a soft chirp. The sound was partly reassuring, but it also held a heavy handful of her cynical nature. If you can't beat them, and you can't join them - laugh at them.
Don't let her phase you, she whispered to Ronarth, tone reassuring, before she gave a verbal squawk of disgust in response to the older female's invitation. Dream on, she intoned, disgust in every letter, as she gave Grith's hide a look of barley disguised horror. If it isn't soapsand or oil it doesn't touch my hide, girl.
A shudder travelled the green's body at the mere thought, and she ducked under Grith, rolling as she did so and reaching up with her front claws she clapped her hands against Grith's own in a clap, then tumbled away before their wings could clash. She picked up the height she had lost with a couple of wing beats, and circled over towards Ronarth with a decidedly mischievous look. Patti cake, Patti cake, she sang, her mind voice mellow, as she ducked under Ronarth with a twist and a roll, and slapped her clawed forepaws against his own.
Chirping her laughter, Larrikith dropped like a stone for several lengths, before she flung her wings out and spun herself up towards the pair. She was in a decidedly playful mood, a rarity, and decided she'd take advantage of her good company. Sometimes, it was nice to get away from human influence.
Tilting sharply, Larrikith dropped and angled down sharply to fall lightly between the two dragons, and another rumble of draconic laughter echoed up from her green chest as Grith snapped a greeting to Ronarth. Highly amused, Larrikith turned her sparkling gaze upon Ronarth and gave a soft chirp. The sound was partly reassuring, but it also held a heavy handful of her cynical nature. If you can't beat them, and you can't join them - laugh at them.
Don't let her phase you, she whispered to Ronarth, tone reassuring, before she gave a verbal squawk of disgust in response to the older female's invitation. Dream on, she intoned, disgust in every letter, as she gave Grith's hide a look of barley disguised horror. If it isn't soapsand or oil it doesn't touch my hide, girl.
A shudder travelled the green's body at the mere thought, and she ducked under Grith, rolling as she did so and reaching up with her front claws she clapped her hands against Grith's own in a clap, then tumbled away before their wings could clash. She picked up the height she had lost with a couple of wing beats, and circled over towards Ronarth with a decidedly mischievous look. Patti cake, Patti cake, she sang, her mind voice mellow, as she ducked under Ronarth with a twist and a roll, and slapped her clawed forepaws against his own.
Chirping her laughter, Larrikith dropped like a stone for several lengths, before she flung her wings out and spun herself up towards the pair. She was in a decidedly playful mood, a rarity, and decided she'd take advantage of her good company. Sometimes, it was nice to get away from human influence.
