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!
10.Nov.14, 12:20 PM
Oslanis was awake, well mostly awake. He couldn't really claim to be fully awake until he'd downed his first mug of klah. He'd begun the morning by untangling himself from his bedmate as the first light of dawn started to clear the horizon. He had taken full advantage of the relax nature of the Weyr and spent more time in the beds of others than he did his own. He wandered into the dining hall barefoot as usual and poured himself a steaming mug of klah before finding an empty seat to finish waking up in.
The klah warmed his belly and stirred the rest of his senses so that by the time he'd reached the bottom he was happily chatting with his table mates. The humming began half way through his second mug of klah and a bowl of porridge. Oslanis bounced to his feet with an excited grin, waving farewell as he jagged back to his room to change. He felt more excited and eager than nervous. The pressure to impress a dragon didn't weigh that heavily on him, thanks in part to his take life as it comes attitude.
He joined the loose circle of candidates already beginning to close in around the clutch. From the last hatching he knew patience was a necessity and occupied his mind with trying to guess which of the eggs might hatch first. He felt better prepared this time, at least compared to some of the wide eyed Northern candidates who were standing on the sands for the first time. He was aware of how unpredictable hatchlings could be and hoped for a less violent hatching than the last one had been.
Oslanis' patience was rewarded sooner than expected as the first eggs began to crack. A decisive Brown hatched first and Lan gave a shallow gasp as he head butted another candidate before impressing. No real damage had been done and he began to relax as Blues and Greens broke their shells and found or were found by their lifemates. He couldn't help but grin at the antics of a few of them who seemed less inclined to haste. He chuckled outright at the Bronze with a bit of shell stuck to his head. He quickly suppressed his amusement though when the hatchling's rider punched another candidate for finding the Bronze's predicament amusing. He looked away, focusing on the eggs still left to hatch.
The klah warmed his belly and stirred the rest of his senses so that by the time he'd reached the bottom he was happily chatting with his table mates. The humming began half way through his second mug of klah and a bowl of porridge. Oslanis bounced to his feet with an excited grin, waving farewell as he jagged back to his room to change. He felt more excited and eager than nervous. The pressure to impress a dragon didn't weigh that heavily on him, thanks in part to his take life as it comes attitude.
He joined the loose circle of candidates already beginning to close in around the clutch. From the last hatching he knew patience was a necessity and occupied his mind with trying to guess which of the eggs might hatch first. He felt better prepared this time, at least compared to some of the wide eyed Northern candidates who were standing on the sands for the first time. He was aware of how unpredictable hatchlings could be and hoped for a less violent hatching than the last one had been.
Oslanis' patience was rewarded sooner than expected as the first eggs began to crack. A decisive Brown hatched first and Lan gave a shallow gasp as he head butted another candidate before impressing. No real damage had been done and he began to relax as Blues and Greens broke their shells and found or were found by their lifemates. He couldn't help but grin at the antics of a few of them who seemed less inclined to haste. He chuckled outright at the Bronze with a bit of shell stuck to his head. He quickly suppressed his amusement though when the hatchling's rider punched another candidate for finding the Bronze's predicament amusing. He looked away, focusing on the eggs still left to hatch.
