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.Nov.13, 11:11 AM
“He can be indeed!” Z’ia chirped, petting Aveleth on the nose reassuringly as the dragon settled down, curling his tail tightly around himself and settling his head upon his paws. He didn’t enjoy being the centre of attention, and was more than a little relieved when said attention shifted from his blue hide to brushing dirt of Z’ia. The little bluerider mildly surprised the child assisted with patting the dust off him, though he didn’t opt to comment on it. Instead, Z’ia swept his curly hair back off his face and rocked back and forward from heels to toes as he considered Casa with a grin.
“Probably!” Z’ia agreed, voice chipper, though he scrunched up his nose good naturedly. “but the kitchen workers are real grumps around this hour!” Z’ia had been whacked enough times for sneaking into the kitchen during major cooking hours to know that doing so wasn’t worth the effort, unless you were truly desperate. Then again, leading a weyrbrat on a merry dance of mischief sounded like a highly entertaining idea, and if the girl weren’t interested in tagging along, Z’ia was quite sure he could find other entertainment for the day, probably of the style that required less clothing! Or maybe he would just do that instead?
You could do both? Aveleth offered, rather liking the idea of going to poke around the kitchen, even if Z’ia’s reasoning behind it was purely to cause trouble. He liked cinnamon buns, and most of the kitchen workers knew if they left them ‘lying around’ near where he could get them, he would take them and be ever so thankful! Aveleth’s eyes sparkled happy blues and greens at the idea of getting more cinnamon buns.
“Shall we go raid the kitchen?” Z’ia asked suddenly, spinning around and flourishing an extremely over the top bow to Casa as he extended one hand to help her to rise, if she were so inclined. A wickedly mischievous grin was on the bluerider’s face, eyes sparkling and bright.
“Probably!” Z’ia agreed, voice chipper, though he scrunched up his nose good naturedly. “but the kitchen workers are real grumps around this hour!” Z’ia had been whacked enough times for sneaking into the kitchen during major cooking hours to know that doing so wasn’t worth the effort, unless you were truly desperate. Then again, leading a weyrbrat on a merry dance of mischief sounded like a highly entertaining idea, and if the girl weren’t interested in tagging along, Z’ia was quite sure he could find other entertainment for the day, probably of the style that required less clothing! Or maybe he would just do that instead?
“Shall we go raid the kitchen?” Z’ia asked suddenly, spinning around and flourishing an extremely over the top bow to Casa as he extended one hand to help her to rise, if she were so inclined. A wickedly mischievous grin was on the bluerider’s face, eyes sparkling and bright.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
