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.May.14, 05:06 AM
Syra's eyes closed and not moments later listened to the sounds of hatching near her feet. The woman leaned on her elbow and watched the progression of the Impression. Just as a brown wolfed down some meat and joined its wild brethren, another hatched revealing a bronze. "Well that's a 'no' if I've ever seen one," she heard from Kia as the bronze also partook of the offered meat around the nest. The next egg, the one with the circle of cracks on top, shattered and revealed a blue, wearing the top as a crown on its head and blocking its view of the world. She laughed as Kiamyn took off its little crown and giggled at the tiny hatchling. It was hard for her to stifle her own laughter when he tried to imitate her friends laughter. It was possibly the most adorable thing, besides her own green, that Syra had ever seen.
"That was only four... where's the fifth?" she asked, not really directing it to her friend. Her grey-green eyes scanned the nest, looking for the one that was viable. There! It was the large one, the one that she had noticed having trouble. The egg had managed to wobble onto its side and Syra sat up and reached for it. It was hot in her hands, still radiating from the heat of the sands, and she cradled the little egg. "Don't worry little guy - I'll help you this time." Crossing her legs, Syra set her foot on her calf muscle and tapped the hard shell against her heel, rotating it as she went. Tiny fractures showed up on the egg where she tapped and finally, deciding she had done enough, she set the egg back down. "There you go, the rest is up to you." As if responding to the her voice, the egg wobbled hard, to and fro and finally split in two around the middle. The halves separated and a little queen fell onto the sand. She took one look at the two women and raced toward the wildlings. Without a backward glance, she became a wild firelizard. A couple of the bronze adults in the fair swooped over the two women and took the remaining meat for the queen and the whole group disappeared.
Shock was still registered on the woman's face and she looked down at the eggshells before her. The held a slight shimmer, but at first glance she would have never assumed that egg to have encapsulated a gold. "Well. I... guess I helped hatch a queen." Syra laughed. The little green had woken up and was curiously wandering around the cloak and sniffing. The woman watched as she found the hood and crawled under, disappearing from view. "A little blue eh, Echo... I like it. Maybe he will fly Mimic some day!" Turning her attention to the plate of human-edible food, Syra reached for one of the flaky scones and some of the thinly-sliced, salty meat on the plate. She tucked the meat between the halves of a torn scone and took a bite. "Delicious! I didn't realize I was actually hungry too. I thought it was all her." she said, mouth full of food. As she spoke, the dry bread caught in her throat and she coughed, wishing desperately for a drink of, well, anything.
"What.. ack... do you want to do now? Kahach." she asked, punctuating her words with coughs and almost wheezing for breath.
"That was only four... where's the fifth?" she asked, not really directing it to her friend. Her grey-green eyes scanned the nest, looking for the one that was viable. There! It was the large one, the one that she had noticed having trouble. The egg had managed to wobble onto its side and Syra sat up and reached for it. It was hot in her hands, still radiating from the heat of the sands, and she cradled the little egg. "Don't worry little guy - I'll help you this time." Crossing her legs, Syra set her foot on her calf muscle and tapped the hard shell against her heel, rotating it as she went. Tiny fractures showed up on the egg where she tapped and finally, deciding she had done enough, she set the egg back down. "There you go, the rest is up to you." As if responding to the her voice, the egg wobbled hard, to and fro and finally split in two around the middle. The halves separated and a little queen fell onto the sand. She took one look at the two women and raced toward the wildlings. Without a backward glance, she became a wild firelizard. A couple of the bronze adults in the fair swooped over the two women and took the remaining meat for the queen and the whole group disappeared.
Shock was still registered on the woman's face and she looked down at the eggshells before her. The held a slight shimmer, but at first glance she would have never assumed that egg to have encapsulated a gold. "Well. I... guess I helped hatch a queen." Syra laughed. The little green had woken up and was curiously wandering around the cloak and sniffing. The woman watched as she found the hood and crawled under, disappearing from view. "A little blue eh, Echo... I like it. Maybe he will fly Mimic some day!" Turning her attention to the plate of human-edible food, Syra reached for one of the flaky scones and some of the thinly-sliced, salty meat on the plate. She tucked the meat between the halves of a torn scone and took a bite. "Delicious! I didn't realize I was actually hungry too. I thought it was all her." she said, mouth full of food. As she spoke, the dry bread caught in her throat and she coughed, wishing desperately for a drink of, well, anything.
"What.. ack... do you want to do now? Kahach." she asked, punctuating her words with coughs and almost wheezing for breath.
