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!
27.Apr.13, 12:05 PM
The stroll through the Western Forest had been entirely M'din's idea, as Armath disliked any semi-enclosed area in which he couldn't twirl about like a madman. With a grumpy huff, the brown had flown from his perch in the trees for a more elevated position in the skies, lithe body twirling and veering above his ambling rider. M'din shuffled easily along, firmly clasping his book to his riding leathers.
He peered about, scratching his beard between glances, for a nice rock or tree to settle upon. The shady forest offered myriad reading opportunities and calm solitude for his ever-necessary naps, a peacefulness far more difficult to find at Katila proper. With a tilt of his head, he noticed a small basket beneath a tree in the distance. A redfruit tree, at that, he realized as he approached. Though he had just taken his lunch at the dining hall no more than thirty candlemarks ago, he enjoyed redfruit as much as the next man, and couldn't possibly ignore an abandoned basket full of such delicious morsels! M'din flopped down beside the basket, book now forgotten, deciding to wait a bit longer for the basket owner to return. Certainly, no one would forget their tasty prizes.
A noise overhead, an abrupt rustle of fabric on wood, gave M'din just enough time to throw his hands in the air before a body collided with his own. His skull cracked backwards into the trunk of the redfruit tree, knocked forcibly by an errant boot to the face, but the majority of the mysterious shape landed on his rotund stomach. A sharp sting and tingling fingertips told M'din that one, if not more, of the fingers of his right hand was broken.
Dazedly, he looked down at a lovely woman, fallen from topiary heaven. One ankle splayed on his left shoulder, neck held awkwardly in his right hand, the redfruit woman had dropped mostly sideways into his lap. If he'd been more aware of the situation, M'din would have found it funny that she now wore the abandoned basket on her head.
"That was a doozie," he groaned. "Are you hurt?"
He peered about, scratching his beard between glances, for a nice rock or tree to settle upon. The shady forest offered myriad reading opportunities and calm solitude for his ever-necessary naps, a peacefulness far more difficult to find at Katila proper. With a tilt of his head, he noticed a small basket beneath a tree in the distance. A redfruit tree, at that, he realized as he approached. Though he had just taken his lunch at the dining hall no more than thirty candlemarks ago, he enjoyed redfruit as much as the next man, and couldn't possibly ignore an abandoned basket full of such delicious morsels! M'din flopped down beside the basket, book now forgotten, deciding to wait a bit longer for the basket owner to return. Certainly, no one would forget their tasty prizes.
A noise overhead, an abrupt rustle of fabric on wood, gave M'din just enough time to throw his hands in the air before a body collided with his own. His skull cracked backwards into the trunk of the redfruit tree, knocked forcibly by an errant boot to the face, but the majority of the mysterious shape landed on his rotund stomach. A sharp sting and tingling fingertips told M'din that one, if not more, of the fingers of his right hand was broken.
Dazedly, he looked down at a lovely woman, fallen from topiary heaven. One ankle splayed on his left shoulder, neck held awkwardly in his right hand, the redfruit woman had dropped mostly sideways into his lap. If he'd been more aware of the situation, M'din would have found it funny that she now wore the abandoned basket on her head.
"That was a doozie," he groaned. "Are you hurt?"
