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, 10:01 PM
As D’ren scrambled beneath Grith she chirped happily and wriggled in the doorway. Hello Weyrleader! Did you hear? Larrikith is flying! She announced to him cheerily. While she waited for someone to come talk to her she wriggled side to side in the frame, her head and tail swinging back and forth. What a peculiar image that must be from the outside.
Lymsleia’s words at first appeared to go completely past Par’a, who had turned and was staring at Grith. Standing she waved a hand absentmindedly at the healer. “Sorry, no can do. You ain’t gonna move him anywhere until I move that green lump of mine,” she called back as she walked off towards the entrance. When she passed D’ren on her way to Grith she sheepishly kept her gaze away from his, knowing that he most certainly wouldn’t be pleased with the damage her dragon had just wrecked on the Dining Hall, again. Coming to a halt before her happy Green she sighed, crouching down and peering around her.
“Why’d you go and do that for Grith?” Par’a asked, though why she bothered she wasn’t sure. I wanted to see you Pell! Grith answered excitedly, her pink gaze turned on her rider. “You can see me outside. You know that buildings are for humans, not fully grown dragons. Look at what you’ve done! D’ren and Tsuen won’t be pleased at all. Remember what happened last time?” But I wanted to see you! Par’a sighed again. Even if she had thrust the memory of Grith’s last grounding for breaking the doors into the dragon’s mind, she wouldn’t have received any acknowledgement of it. She wasn’t exactly sure why she was attempting to reason with the Green honestly.
“Now, how to get you out.” Par’a stood and walked around to one side. Giving her dragon a great shove she groaned, she was even more tightly wedged than the last time. Reaching around her belly and wings she tried to feel if there was any way she could be loosened without additional help, but it appeared that that was not the case. “I think we’re going to need butter, or oil. And a lot of it.” Turning around she gazed at the chaos that had erupted, finally noticing it now that she was apart from it. Sighing she leant against Grith, with this mess, there was no way she was going to call one of them over to help her. Nobody seemed to have their brains switched on this morning.
Lymsleia’s words at first appeared to go completely past Par’a, who had turned and was staring at Grith. Standing she waved a hand absentmindedly at the healer. “Sorry, no can do. You ain’t gonna move him anywhere until I move that green lump of mine,” she called back as she walked off towards the entrance. When she passed D’ren on her way to Grith she sheepishly kept her gaze away from his, knowing that he most certainly wouldn’t be pleased with the damage her dragon had just wrecked on the Dining Hall, again. Coming to a halt before her happy Green she sighed, crouching down and peering around her.
“Why’d you go and do that for Grith?” Par’a asked, though why she bothered she wasn’t sure. I wanted to see you Pell! Grith answered excitedly, her pink gaze turned on her rider. “You can see me outside. You know that buildings are for humans, not fully grown dragons. Look at what you’ve done! D’ren and Tsuen won’t be pleased at all. Remember what happened last time?” But I wanted to see you! Par’a sighed again. Even if she had thrust the memory of Grith’s last grounding for breaking the doors into the dragon’s mind, she wouldn’t have received any acknowledgement of it. She wasn’t exactly sure why she was attempting to reason with the Green honestly.
“Now, how to get you out.” Par’a stood and walked around to one side. Giving her dragon a great shove she groaned, she was even more tightly wedged than the last time. Reaching around her belly and wings she tried to feel if there was any way she could be loosened without additional help, but it appeared that that was not the case. “I think we’re going to need butter, or oil. And a lot of it.” Turning around she gazed at the chaos that had erupted, finally noticing it now that she was apart from it. Sighing she leant against Grith, with this mess, there was no way she was going to call one of them over to help her. Nobody seemed to have their brains switched on this morning.
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