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!
07.Jul.13, 07:38 PM
Isscer could only watch with a grim expression as eggs began to wobble, crack, and in some cases explode as the dragonets freed themselves. With the exception of golds, all the other colors were Impressible, and he could feel the familiar panic building. Dimly he tried to reason with himself that he would never Impress bronze--his past sexual experiences had all been with men, with the exception of his daughter's mother--nor did he want that responsibility.
Reasoning didn't work, and Isscer could feel his heart rate increasing, breath coming in quicker and quicker until he was nearly panting. His head swam, and although the Hatching was in full swing, he had never felt so alone. If T'lian was around... Isscer tried to examine the rows of seats, but turning his head made nausea rise due to dizziness. There were cheers for the newly Impressed, and Isscer finally admitted defeat over in his secluded position, slumping and bending at the waist with a rattling wheeze.
Work-roughened hands pressed to his chest, every breath coming in labored gasps, as Isscer fought to calm down. His eyes had slipped shut long ago, and he tried to think of every calming thing he could imagine. The smell of dirt after the rain, the feel of green grass under bare feet, of his mother's smiling face and his brothers' teasing. Isscer squeezed his eyes shut, trying to capture the vivid pictures but finding they slipped away. Lytem's easy, rakish grin, and the first time Isscer had kissed him, a shy peck on the mouth, dirt smeared across his forehead. Gradually his breath began to slow, his heart rate following suit, until finally Isscer could bear to straighten up without feeling like he would collapse to the sands.
The second gold had Impressed, there were two bronzes--good omens indeed. It was a pity that Isscer merely felt homesick, divided by his differing opinions on wanting to be happy for the babies but at the same time wishing to be home, to be anywhere but at Katlia, on these Sands, hoping and praying that a dragonet would have the common sense to avoid him entirely. He could only offer a pained smile (more like a grimace) to the newly Impressed, eyes immediately drawn back to the waiting eggs, eyeing them warily.
Reasoning didn't work, and Isscer could feel his heart rate increasing, breath coming in quicker and quicker until he was nearly panting. His head swam, and although the Hatching was in full swing, he had never felt so alone. If T'lian was around... Isscer tried to examine the rows of seats, but turning his head made nausea rise due to dizziness. There were cheers for the newly Impressed, and Isscer finally admitted defeat over in his secluded position, slumping and bending at the waist with a rattling wheeze.
Work-roughened hands pressed to his chest, every breath coming in labored gasps, as Isscer fought to calm down. His eyes had slipped shut long ago, and he tried to think of every calming thing he could imagine. The smell of dirt after the rain, the feel of green grass under bare feet, of his mother's smiling face and his brothers' teasing. Isscer squeezed his eyes shut, trying to capture the vivid pictures but finding they slipped away. Lytem's easy, rakish grin, and the first time Isscer had kissed him, a shy peck on the mouth, dirt smeared across his forehead. Gradually his breath began to slow, his heart rate following suit, until finally Isscer could bear to straighten up without feeling like he would collapse to the sands.
The second gold had Impressed, there were two bronzes--good omens indeed. It was a pity that Isscer merely felt homesick, divided by his differing opinions on wanting to be happy for the babies but at the same time wishing to be home, to be anywhere but at Katlia, on these Sands, hoping and praying that a dragonet would have the common sense to avoid him entirely. He could only offer a pained smile (more like a grimace) to the newly Impressed, eyes immediately drawn back to the waiting eggs, eyeing them warily.
