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!
09.Jul.13, 12:48 PM
Ameris's joy continued as she watched each impression made. Hatchings were always so exciting for her, even the ones she had failed at. When the small green fell and shattered an egg, Ameris gasped as nothing but the liquid of the egg spilled onto the sands. A dud. She hadn't been expecting that. She knew it was possible in any clutch but they had such luck with so many of the hatchings that she had thought - childishly - that they would never encountered one.
She glanced to where Flora was, concerned still that the small girl would not come out of this well but she had sent a healer to her so hopefully the man would give her a clean bill of health. She shook her head at the brutish antics of the next couple bronzes that cracked their shells. Why was it, that bronzes always seem to be the trouble makers in the bunch?
Tears collected in her eyes as she watched the tiny green from Mizeath's own clutch, spill onto the sands. A gentle gasp came from her as the sickly girl seemed to wilt and could not move. Afraid that the young green would expire on the spot, Ameris lifted a hand. To intervene? She did not know.Do not fret so. She will be alright. And look! She's found her bonded and he, her the sunlit gold said from beside her. Ameris glanced down at the young queen from where she lay. She had managed to twine her little body, not only around the legs of the woman she'd impressed but those of a few who waited at the buckets, tail tip twitching from around the ankle of a healer to one side of her. With a watery chuckle Ameris amended Mizeath was correct and slipped the gold another chunk of meat.
She glanced to where Flora was, concerned still that the small girl would not come out of this well but she had sent a healer to her so hopefully the man would give her a clean bill of health. She shook her head at the brutish antics of the next couple bronzes that cracked their shells. Why was it, that bronzes always seem to be the trouble makers in the bunch?
Tears collected in her eyes as she watched the tiny green from Mizeath's own clutch, spill onto the sands. A gentle gasp came from her as the sickly girl seemed to wilt and could not move. Afraid that the young green would expire on the spot, Ameris lifted a hand. To intervene? She did not know.
