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!
15.Dec.13, 11:27 AM
Wydrith was never a heavy sleeper, the gold always twitching and shifting restlessly in her dreams. In contrast, a whole wing of bugling dragons could land beside a sleeping Peorray and she wouldn’t even twitch. So it was no surprise that, when the curtain of mud and rock came down, it was Wydrith who reacted first- automatically launching herself skyward in a confused panic as the keening started. Peorray! They die! The gold reached for her rider, trembling in shock, as continuous calls of pain and death rang in from her fellows.
A heavy sleeper Peorray might be, but her dragon’s distress zinged straight through to hit that part of her brain that had her springing awake and running outside, still in her nightclothes, to soothe her with touch and mind. But as the gold was still airborne, all the woman had was mind. What’s happening? Wydrith, it’ll be alright, but I need you to tell me what’s going on. Now that she was outside, the damage to the north couldn’t be missed, but the focused, urgent demand for information was as much to get Wydrith in hand as for her own benefit.
And it worked well enough. Certainly she wasn’t going to chide her dragon for a bit of distress when the sheer volume of death was bringing tears to her eyes herself. And she hadn’t even grown up with these people, as many in Katila had. Wydrith, doing much better with a task in hand, kept up a constant narration of reports as she noted them and Peorray’s mental ears perked up as a blue from their group wailed about his trapped rider. There! Let’s go help your brother. One life at a time. Peorray wouldn’t risk Wydrith heedlessly, but it wasn’t in her to stand by when she could do something useful.
Only, there was so very much to be done.
A heavy sleeper Peorray might be, but her dragon’s distress zinged straight through to hit that part of her brain that had her springing awake and running outside, still in her nightclothes, to soothe her with touch and mind. But as the gold was still airborne, all the woman had was mind. What’s happening? Wydrith, it’ll be alright, but I need you to tell me what’s going on. Now that she was outside, the damage to the north couldn’t be missed, but the focused, urgent demand for information was as much to get Wydrith in hand as for her own benefit.
And it worked well enough. Certainly she wasn’t going to chide her dragon for a bit of distress when the sheer volume of death was bringing tears to her eyes herself. And she hadn’t even grown up with these people, as many in Katila had. Wydrith, doing much better with a task in hand, kept up a constant narration of reports as she noted them and Peorray’s mental ears perked up as a blue from their group wailed about his trapped rider. There! Let’s go help your brother. One life at a time. Peorray wouldn’t risk Wydrith heedlessly, but it wasn’t in her to stand by when she could do something useful.
Only, there was so very much to be done.
