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.Oct.12, 06:05 AM
Night had wrapped it's cool autumn embrace around the Weyr, finally starting to take the sting out of the Southern heat. The majority of the Weyr was asleep or at the very least tucked away in huts and rooms. One lone Bronze stood at one of the huts closest to the main Weyr, his wings half flared and neck craned down to the window.
M'bal. M'bal wake up. He gently crooned, hot breath leaving a momentary fog on the window.
Inside, M'bal groaned and rolled over. 'Go 'way stupid. Dark.' He mentally grunted, not quite awake enough to make a decent sentence. The Bronze crooned again, brushing gently across his rider's mind, gently pushing for him to wake up.
M'bal, wake up. I have something important for you to see.
Another groan, this time accompanied by furs being tugged over his head. 'No!' Gugaroth gave an impatient huff.
You will like this. I promise. He pressed, this time nudging him harder mentally. When M'bal refused to answer the dragon bumped the window, causing it to rattle. He did this several times until M'bal sat up.
"What! What do you want in the middle of the night?" He shouted, glaring out of the window at the Bronze. Gugaroth's eyes whirled a brilliant blue now that he had succeeded on waking his rider.
You need to come with me, it's important. You will like it. The Bronze insisted.
M'bal sighed, getting out of his bed and walking over to the window. 'What is it?' It wasn't like Gugaroth to rouse him during the middle of the night, he hoped he hadn't been getting any stupid ideas from that little Green he seemed to have taken a shine to.
Important. Was all the Bronze would say, refusing to elaborate as he instructed M'bal to get dressed and fix his disheveled hair. A short while later Gugaroth was flying them out south, towards the edge of the huts.
'What's so important out here?' M'bal asked with a frown.
Trust me. Gugaroth turned his gaze down, looking for a particular hut. Charath? Are you awake? He gently called out, careful to keep his thoughts from M'bal as he did so. He began to spiral down, he knew the hut as Charath had shown him yesterday, but kept his flight loose enough so that it didn't quite look like he was homing in on any.
'Gugaroth...' M'bal frowned, scanning the huts for life. Gugaroth was bringing him here for someone, that much was clear. But who? These were huts of those who Impressed in the South.
Gugaroth didn't respond, but instead took a somewhat sharp dive down to land beside one of the much newer huts. Charath! You should wake your rider, I have brought mine here. They will have fun together again! He chirped happily, wriggling until M'bal slid off from his neck. Stumbling a little as he landed he frowned. Was that that little Green? It was too dark for M'bal to tell.
M'bal. M'bal wake up. He gently crooned, hot breath leaving a momentary fog on the window.
Inside, M'bal groaned and rolled over. 'Go 'way stupid. Dark.' He mentally grunted, not quite awake enough to make a decent sentence. The Bronze crooned again, brushing gently across his rider's mind, gently pushing for him to wake up.
M'bal, wake up. I have something important for you to see.
Another groan, this time accompanied by furs being tugged over his head. 'No!' Gugaroth gave an impatient huff.
You will like this. I promise. He pressed, this time nudging him harder mentally. When M'bal refused to answer the dragon bumped the window, causing it to rattle. He did this several times until M'bal sat up.
"What! What do you want in the middle of the night?" He shouted, glaring out of the window at the Bronze. Gugaroth's eyes whirled a brilliant blue now that he had succeeded on waking his rider.
You need to come with me, it's important. You will like it. The Bronze insisted.
M'bal sighed, getting out of his bed and walking over to the window. 'What is it?' It wasn't like Gugaroth to rouse him during the middle of the night, he hoped he hadn't been getting any stupid ideas from that little Green he seemed to have taken a shine to.
Important. Was all the Bronze would say, refusing to elaborate as he instructed M'bal to get dressed and fix his disheveled hair. A short while later Gugaroth was flying them out south, towards the edge of the huts.
'What's so important out here?' M'bal asked with a frown.
Trust me. Gugaroth turned his gaze down, looking for a particular hut. Charath? Are you awake? He gently called out, careful to keep his thoughts from M'bal as he did so. He began to spiral down, he knew the hut as Charath had shown him yesterday, but kept his flight loose enough so that it didn't quite look like he was homing in on any.
'Gugaroth...' M'bal frowned, scanning the huts for life. Gugaroth was bringing him here for someone, that much was clear. But who? These were huts of those who Impressed in the South.
Gugaroth didn't respond, but instead took a somewhat sharp dive down to land beside one of the much newer huts. Charath! You should wake your rider, I have brought mine here. They will have fun together again! He chirped happily, wriggling until M'bal slid off from his neck. Stumbling a little as he landed he frowned. Was that that little Green? It was too dark for M'bal to tell.
