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.May.13, 01:35 AM
Caxith, while not being the most friendly of individuals from a day-to-day basis, did have enough sense to recognize when it was appropriate to be courteous and when it was alright not to be so much. At this moment she was in an exceptionally good mood from a combination of T'rielle's current activities and the weather. It certainly wasn't summer, and it wasn't as if she was affected by the cold any more than she was the heat. T'rielle, on the other hand, much preferred the summer months. He was quite good at not complaining unless he was feeling particularly sorry for himself, but his mood improved considerably when things started heating up. Which, some would say, was impossible considering his infallible good humor. It wasn't so much a tangible shift as it was the small things; he was more willing to cater to Caxith's whims, for one thing. I find that to be a good way to improve T'rielle's moods as well. She said lazily, shifting a bit under said greenrider's steady hand.
T'rielle laughed amiably at Lith's antics, pausing in his oil-administrations long enough to watch the other green slide into the lake. "She means well, I'm sure. Or so Caxith claims when she does things like that." T'rielle was not the type to put effort into disliking people; if someone made it glaringly obvious that they didn't like him, he would accept that and do his best to stay out of their way from then on. But if people were unwilling to do that (or just too nice to say he could get annoying as fuck when he got carried away, which was often), he had a tendency to barrel on through their reservations as is they were as invested in the conversation as he was. Caxith could certainly be credited with mellowing him out a bit, but there was a long way to go in that regard, and the green dragon wasn't particularly inclined to make the effort, even if it was possible. As a weyrling he had nearly been out of control, not quite sure how to handle suddenly having another living being in his head and entirely incapable of carrying a conversation with said being without saying things out loud. It had taken practice--more than he would have liked to admit--but eventually he managed.
He'd been friendly with all of his clutchmates; at least as friendly as he could be depending upon their own preferences regarding said friendships. B'sen was one that he did get along with despite T'rielle's slightly eccentric adventures. He grinned to himself at B'sen's words, turning back to Caxith's side as he spoke. "As flattering as that is, I'm pretty sure you'll find yourself drifting off pretty quickly if you do that." He turned, pausing for a moment, and Caxith bumped her shoulder against him when he didn't turn back right away. One green eye turned towards the both of them. "If Lith wouldn't mind sharing some of her labor while she plays, I'm sure Caxith would appreciate an extra set of hands."
T'rielle laughed amiably at Lith's antics, pausing in his oil-administrations long enough to watch the other green slide into the lake. "She means well, I'm sure. Or so Caxith claims when she does things like that." T'rielle was not the type to put effort into disliking people; if someone made it glaringly obvious that they didn't like him, he would accept that and do his best to stay out of their way from then on. But if people were unwilling to do that (or just too nice to say he could get annoying as fuck when he got carried away, which was often), he had a tendency to barrel on through their reservations as is they were as invested in the conversation as he was. Caxith could certainly be credited with mellowing him out a bit, but there was a long way to go in that regard, and the green dragon wasn't particularly inclined to make the effort, even if it was possible. As a weyrling he had nearly been out of control, not quite sure how to handle suddenly having another living being in his head and entirely incapable of carrying a conversation with said being without saying things out loud. It had taken practice--more than he would have liked to admit--but eventually he managed.
He'd been friendly with all of his clutchmates; at least as friendly as he could be depending upon their own preferences regarding said friendships. B'sen was one that he did get along with despite T'rielle's slightly eccentric adventures. He grinned to himself at B'sen's words, turning back to Caxith's side as he spoke. "As flattering as that is, I'm pretty sure you'll find yourself drifting off pretty quickly if you do that." He turned, pausing for a moment, and Caxith bumped her shoulder against him when he didn't turn back right away. One green eye turned towards the both of them. "If Lith wouldn't mind sharing some of her labor while she plays, I'm sure Caxith would appreciate an extra set of hands."
