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!
31.Dec.13, 03:38 AM
Changing subjects, hm? Well, S'bel would still take that as a yes. He thought about going on about flying, maybe pointing out that they weren't even going between today and that how that was much more dangerous than just flying. That would be all sorts of comforting to a candidate, he was sure. He was pretty sure he could drum up some weyrling injury and death statistics too. They would likely be completely made up on the spot, but not completely out of the question, because such events did happen. But he decided against it and laughed idly with her comment about his dragon instead. "Hear that Ipsyth? You're damn pretty," he told the blue, a quirk of a smile on his lips. The comment seemed innocuous enough, but Ipsyth knew his rider meant it to be sardonic. Still, Ipsyth gave a small rumble of approval despite S'bel.
The rider started about his task at hand, throwing the straps onto Ipsyth, maneuvering to loop them around the correct places and fasten them. After so long, he felt like he could do the task in his sleep. He glanced over at Sennia as his hands worked at fastening straps, laughing quietly again as he saw her seeming hesitation to move closer. "You've met Ipsyth before,' he pointed out, crossing to his dragon's other side to continue the task at hand, "You should know by now he's not going to snap at any stray fingers. He doesn't even look forward to hunting, he's so reluctant to hurt his prey." As if to punctuate the point, Ipsyth shifted toward Sennia, craning his neck to butt the girl's arm gently with his nose.
Hey now. Stop moving around. S'bel mentally scolded, resisting the urge to scowl. A moving target made the job of fastening straps somewhat more difficult. A change of heart, then S'bel? Ipsyth asked him. ...What? You are in a hurry to forage now? Who said anything about that? I just want these straps on you. It must be the clouds. The blue shifted again to look up at the sky. The clou- Ipsyth what are you on about now? Stop. Moving. They are good clouds. His dragon's voice was full of approval that the state of the sky, or whatever he was going on about, and S'bel couldn't help a small sigh at that. Whatever. Just stand still. They are, aren't they? the blue asked, ignoring S'bel and now addressing his question toward Sennia as well, seemingly forgetting the fact that the girl did not hear the rest of the conversation that had transpired and would have absolutely no clue what she was supposed to be agreeing or disagreeing with.
The rider started about his task at hand, throwing the straps onto Ipsyth, maneuvering to loop them around the correct places and fasten them. After so long, he felt like he could do the task in his sleep. He glanced over at Sennia as his hands worked at fastening straps, laughing quietly again as he saw her seeming hesitation to move closer. "You've met Ipsyth before,' he pointed out, crossing to his dragon's other side to continue the task at hand, "You should know by now he's not going to snap at any stray fingers. He doesn't even look forward to hunting, he's so reluctant to hurt his prey." As if to punctuate the point, Ipsyth shifted toward Sennia, craning his neck to butt the girl's arm gently with his nose.
Hey now. Stop moving around. S'bel mentally scolded, resisting the urge to scowl. A moving target made the job of fastening straps somewhat more difficult. A change of heart, then S'bel? Ipsyth asked him. ...What? You are in a hurry to forage now? Who said anything about that? I just want these straps on you. It must be the clouds. The blue shifted again to look up at the sky. The clou- Ipsyth what are you on about now? Stop. Moving. They are good clouds. His dragon's voice was full of approval that the state of the sky, or whatever he was going on about, and S'bel couldn't help a small sigh at that. Whatever. Just stand still. They are, aren't they? the blue asked, ignoring S'bel and now addressing his question toward Sennia as well, seemingly forgetting the fact that the girl did not hear the rest of the conversation that had transpired and would have absolutely no clue what she was supposed to be agreeing or disagreeing with.
