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!
30.Apr.13, 06:22 PM
Brown hair covered by a wide-brimmed hat, M'din had been sure to take the proper precautions to prevent sunburning on the bright, blistering day. Last time he and Armath spent the afternoon swimming at the lake, the fair skinned man had burned his flesh into a lusty shade of pink. Only his robust beard offered his cheeks protection from the rays. Today, the pair had left Katila just after lunch, lazily flying and puttering down the river to the southern beach. Armath had discovered he could reach the deepest sections of the river with his hind legs, snapping at waterfowl and turtles as only his head peeked out of the water. M'din had jumped into the river behind his dragon, holding onto his neck underwater, until he learned just how long Armath could hold his breath.
After an hour of disturbing the local fauna and drifting downstream, Armath leaped into the air, drying himself as he flew the remaining distance to the lake. M'din strolled to the beach, casually watching the brown soar overhead. He hummed off-key, enjoying the warmth and solitude of walking far away from Katila for an outdoor adventure.
Ironth and... his rider are ahead, said Armath. Forgetting the rider's name, he amended, The one who frequently tries to mate.
Ah, K'ton! replied M'din. Although he'd met K'ton only once several turns ago, he recalled stories of the skirt-chaser on the lips of many women at the Weyr. He wondered if he could ever cultivate such a reputation before Armath wrecked his thoughts with a firm--
No. Not even close.
M'din nodded prudently. He watched Ironth play in the lake, partially submerged as Armath had been, as K'ton lounged beneath a tree. With a grin he waved, brushing the brim of his straw hat with a thick arm. M'din enjoyed spending time with most people, but always sensed a certain kinship with other brownriders. He'd felt a happy swell of pleasure from Armath upon spotting Ironth, knowing the other small-for-his-color brown would not give him an unintentional inferiority complex about his size.
By the time they approached the redfruit tree, Ironth had joined his rider in the shade. "Hello, K'ton! Hello, Ironth! Are you enjoying the sunshine?" As M'din stood greeting the others, Armath abruptly landed and crawled past him, commanding giddily,Ironth, let's swim. Without waiting for a response he sailed over the lake, nosediving into the clear water at top speed.
After an hour of disturbing the local fauna and drifting downstream, Armath leaped into the air, drying himself as he flew the remaining distance to the lake. M'din strolled to the beach, casually watching the brown soar overhead. He hummed off-key, enjoying the warmth and solitude of walking far away from Katila for an outdoor adventure.
Ah, K'ton! replied M'din. Although he'd met K'ton only once several turns ago, he recalled stories of the skirt-chaser on the lips of many women at the Weyr. He wondered if he could ever cultivate such a reputation before Armath wrecked his thoughts with a firm--
M'din nodded prudently. He watched Ironth play in the lake, partially submerged as Armath had been, as K'ton lounged beneath a tree. With a grin he waved, brushing the brim of his straw hat with a thick arm. M'din enjoyed spending time with most people, but always sensed a certain kinship with other brownriders. He'd felt a happy swell of pleasure from Armath upon spotting Ironth, knowing the other small-for-his-color brown would not give him an unintentional inferiority complex about his size.
By the time they approached the redfruit tree, Ironth had joined his rider in the shade. "Hello, K'ton! Hello, Ironth! Are you enjoying the sunshine?" As M'din stood greeting the others, Armath abruptly landed and crawled past him, commanding giddily,
