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!
09.Nov.14, 08:24 AM
Breathing helps. In and out. In and out. Despite the mental pep talk and instructions on how to breathe, Ristandal still felt light headed and anxiety building. He was walking to another Hatching though it felt more like marching to his execution. He had Stood for and failed at several hatchings over the last two turns and he had it in his head that today would be no different from the others. He still clung to the belief that he wasn’t as pathetic as the twins, R’vi in particular since he had Impressed long after his brother, still, it was hard. His father was an amazing bronzerider and he was currently nothing more than a ‘brat that should have Impressed the moment he was able to Stand. N’mor and T’ryn Impressed on their first try! Ristandal sighed and continued his feet dragging to the Sands.
He hadn’t eaten anything before hand, finding his stomach far too tender for anything more than half a cup of water. Of course, now that he was amongst his peers and watching the eggs shake with excited dragonets ready to burst free, Ristandal felt and heard his stomach give a rumble. He’d be embarrassed over the noise if he wasn’t still worried about what people were thinking about him and his chance of Impressing.
He spotted his mother sitting with a couple of her friends and he gave a weak wave to her. His father was sought out a moment later and Ristandal heaved another sigh as he saw M’ris, looking so suave even with ruffled morning hair and casual attire. His father smiled at him and Ristandal did his best to smile back without looking like he was afraid or ready to throw up.
He hadn’t eaten anything before hand, finding his stomach far too tender for anything more than half a cup of water. Of course, now that he was amongst his peers and watching the eggs shake with excited dragonets ready to burst free, Ristandal felt and heard his stomach give a rumble. He’d be embarrassed over the noise if he wasn’t still worried about what people were thinking about him and his chance of Impressing.
He spotted his mother sitting with a couple of her friends and he gave a weak wave to her. His father was sought out a moment later and Ristandal heaved another sigh as he saw M’ris, looking so suave even with ruffled morning hair and casual attire. His father smiled at him and Ristandal did his best to smile back without looking like he was afraid or ready to throw up.
