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!
06.Jul.13, 04:49 PM
Peorray twisted to look as she heard the explosion, surprised to see that it was the timid Kowtow gold that had made such noise- and even more impressed when she saw the delicate hatchling that had managed to shatter her egg so thoroughly. Her interest was more of curiosity and detachment than active yearning. After the Touching, she thought it was best that she stay away and not scare the poor thing any more.
It seemed to be scared enough as it was, huddled in on itself on the hot sands. Peorray felt anxiety and pity rear up as she realized that the little gold was more nervous than the candidates themselves. It was never an easy thing to be the center of attention and the hatchling didn't even have any siblings hatched yet to divert the crowd's attention. She found herself hoping that the little one would just pick herself up and choose, and then she and her rider could leave.
It didn't really occur to Peorray that there'd been a danger of the gold going Between until she started to move, and then it was more of an afterthought while watching the dragonet's frantic run. She cringed when the baby took a tumble, adrenaline flooding her body and heart racing as she took in the gold's clear distress. Then she actually noticed where the gold was heading, bit off a curse- and just stood there. Let the little queen go around or through her if she wanted, but she wasn't going to add to the creature's distress by panicking and running.
It was a good thing that she braced herself, because the sturdy Peorray found herself bowled over by the force of the dragonet anyway. Wydrith was stronger than she looked! There were a few confused moments as she recovered from the impact and realized just where the dragon was hiding before she registered the feelings coiling around her legs and mind. But there was no time for celebration just yet. "It's okay, it's okay." She soothed the hatchling, reaching to caress the trembling hide and project reassurance and love. "You're fine now, I've got you. I won't let anything hurt you."
She felt the tension remain, but the rough, wary presence in her head settled enough to speak.Why do they stare, so? All those eyes... The gold shuddered against her legs. What if they-? Wydrith failed to complete the sentence, but the jumble of impression she gave Peorray made her shoulderblades twitch like there was a predator waiting to jump her.
"They won't." She told the dragon firmly. She would have been willing to sit there all day, as long as it took Wydrith to feel secure enough to come out, but the blazing heat of the sands was starting to edge past 'uncomfortable' into 'actually painful' territory. Besides, Wydrith would never feel safe here. "We need to move now, but I'll be with you the whole time. There will be food waiting, and it'll be much quieter. Do you trust me?"
Yes. It was the most solid response the gold had given her yet and seemed to encourage Wydrith to emerge from her hiding place as Peorray stood. Peorray would always be there for her, was the feeling projected, and Peorray was determined to live up to that faith as she began leading her charge off the sands, careful not to trip over the delicate dragon sticking close to her legs as they walked.
It wasn't the joyfully cliched Impression she'd half expected, if it had ever happened. It was more like meeting a part of herself that she'd never realized existed, natural and nothing to fuss about. And that suited Peorray and her new dragon just fine.
It seemed to be scared enough as it was, huddled in on itself on the hot sands. Peorray felt anxiety and pity rear up as she realized that the little gold was more nervous than the candidates themselves. It was never an easy thing to be the center of attention and the hatchling didn't even have any siblings hatched yet to divert the crowd's attention. She found herself hoping that the little one would just pick herself up and choose, and then she and her rider could leave.
It didn't really occur to Peorray that there'd been a danger of the gold going Between until she started to move, and then it was more of an afterthought while watching the dragonet's frantic run. She cringed when the baby took a tumble, adrenaline flooding her body and heart racing as she took in the gold's clear distress. Then she actually noticed where the gold was heading, bit off a curse- and just stood there. Let the little queen go around or through her if she wanted, but she wasn't going to add to the creature's distress by panicking and running.
It was a good thing that she braced herself, because the sturdy Peorray found herself bowled over by the force of the dragonet anyway. Wydrith was stronger than she looked! There were a few confused moments as she recovered from the impact and realized just where the dragon was hiding before she registered the feelings coiling around her legs and mind. But there was no time for celebration just yet. "It's okay, it's okay." She soothed the hatchling, reaching to caress the trembling hide and project reassurance and love. "You're fine now, I've got you. I won't let anything hurt you."
She felt the tension remain, but the rough, wary presence in her head settled enough to speak.
"They won't." She told the dragon firmly. She would have been willing to sit there all day, as long as it took Wydrith to feel secure enough to come out, but the blazing heat of the sands was starting to edge past 'uncomfortable' into 'actually painful' territory. Besides, Wydrith would never feel safe here. "We need to move now, but I'll be with you the whole time. There will be food waiting, and it'll be much quieter. Do you trust me?"
It wasn't the joyfully cliched Impression she'd half expected, if it had ever happened. It was more like meeting a part of herself that she'd never realized existed, natural and nothing to fuss about. And that suited Peorray and her new dragon just fine.
