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!
13.Mar.13, 12:47 AM
T'rielle's attention span was such that the fact that Caxith had just lounged herself quite solidly on the shore of the lake and allowed a crowd of gleeful children climb her like a mountain didn't manage to hold his attention for more than a few minutes. There was one, who kept attempting to climb into the proper place in front of the green's wing joints but kept getting fouled up in Caxith's wings, causing the dragon to shift and send the determined little boy sliding down her side and to the sand. T'rielle, for his part, was fairly convinced that she was doing it on purpose, and made a note not to let her do the same thing to him the next time he went to get on. It wouldn't be very rider-like to get dumped by your dragon before she'd even gotten in the air.
For his part, T'rielle was being the furthest thing from productive. He hadn't even brought anything with him down to the lake when the cursed green monster had decided she wanted a swim. And far be it from T'rielle's inventory of abilities to be able to tell her 'no'.I'm irresistible. He grinned.
If I didn't know better I'd say you're terrifying. However, being that I can see inside your gorily creative imagination, I won't.
Very wise. The little dragon gave a low rumble of a laugh, sending a couple of the weyrbrats running with excited squeals.
The water was cool, and even though T'rielle hadn't been working particularly hard so far that day, it was surprisingly refreshing. He was managing just fine swimming on his back (or well enough for someone who was self-taught), not paying any attention to his surroundings because whatever was in the sky was certainly more interesting than making sure he wasn't getting in anyone's way, because he was most definitely the only one who would have drifted this far away from the bulk of his child-swarmed dragon and he didn't need to look around to be sure of that!
Until, that is, there was a mild thump! and he was suddenly attempting to breathe water (it didn't work all that well). He came up sputtering, doing the same as whoever had run into him and trying to put some distance between them--flailing limbs were something he really didn't want to get acquainted. He was already apologizing before he got his hair properly out of his face and got a nice mouthful of water in the process. The fact that there was a certain amount of indignant anger currently being aimed at him seemed to go completely lost on T'rielle. He took a moment to properly remove his hair from his face before attempting to give another (hopefully more coherent) apology. "Sorry, completely my fault. I hope I didn't drown you too badly."
For his part, T'rielle was being the furthest thing from productive. He hadn't even brought anything with him down to the lake when the cursed green monster had decided she wanted a swim. And far be it from T'rielle's inventory of abilities to be able to tell her 'no'.
If I didn't know better I'd say you're terrifying. However, being that I can see inside your gorily creative imagination, I won't.
The water was cool, and even though T'rielle hadn't been working particularly hard so far that day, it was surprisingly refreshing. He was managing just fine swimming on his back (or well enough for someone who was self-taught), not paying any attention to his surroundings because whatever was in the sky was certainly more interesting than making sure he wasn't getting in anyone's way, because he was most definitely the only one who would have drifted this far away from the bulk of his child-swarmed dragon and he didn't need to look around to be sure of that!
Until, that is, there was a mild thump! and he was suddenly attempting to breathe water (it didn't work all that well). He came up sputtering, doing the same as whoever had run into him and trying to put some distance between them--flailing limbs were something he really didn't want to get acquainted. He was already apologizing before he got his hair properly out of his face and got a nice mouthful of water in the process. The fact that there was a certain amount of indignant anger currently being aimed at him seemed to go completely lost on T'rielle. He took a moment to properly remove his hair from his face before attempting to give another (hopefully more coherent) apology. "Sorry, completely my fault. I hope I didn't drown you too badly."
