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!
23.Aug.17, 03:12 PM
Humming under her breath, Madiquel skipped cheerfully down the corridor, her slipper clad feet whispering over the stone, her left hand brushing against the side of the wall, skimming over the bumps and smooth stone as it passed under her fingertips. On her right shoulder, safely away from the wall, little green Clover sat with her tail wrapped firmly around Madiquel’s neck and her little body pressed tightly against Madiquel’s cheek. She didn’t particularly enjoy the bouncing gait her human was in the midst of, but she didn’t want to fly, and so she settled for the jostling.
Madiquel, who was a naturally bright eyed child, had just finished her daily lessons with the Harpers, and was on her way to the freedom of the grounds around the Weyr lake, hoping to settle down somewhere in the sunshine so she could bathe and oil Clover without getting under the feet of any dragonriders – or be spotted by anyone inclined to give her chores to do. Smiling brightly to herself, Madiquel paused at a cross section so that she wouldn’t unintentionally bump into someone and go flying, before continuing outside, blinking owlishly in the bright light of the afternoon sun. Giving her head a little toss, and shading her eyes while they grew used to the light, Madiquel made her way towards a large tree, a favourite she had chosen since arriving in the Weyr.
Dropping her small bag by the tree’s trunk, Madiquel then skipped her way towards the edge of the lake, a small brush in one hand and a container of soapsands in the other. Stopping at the edge of the water, the girl pulled off her slippers and hiked her skirt up, tucking it into her belt so that the hem was about knee length instead of ankle length. Wading slightly into the edge water of the large, cool, lake, Madiquel gently brought a chirping Clover from her shoulder and began to wash the delighted firelizard, getting soap suds everywhere but managing to make sure her little companion was clean before they both made their way back towards the tree, Madiquel making the wet Clover fly, rather than get her still more wet than the splashing had done.
Reaching the tree once more, Madiquel sat down under the dappled leaves, and dug out her small container of oil. Crooning with delight, Clover quickly settled herself on the ground between Madiquel’s knees, peering up at the young girl with adoration as Madiquel began to carefully apply the oil, making sure to get into the spots that were prone to drying out and cracking. Clover hummed her appreciation the whole time, carefully extending wings and legs so Madiquel could properly oil her hide.
Madiquel, who was a naturally bright eyed child, had just finished her daily lessons with the Harpers, and was on her way to the freedom of the grounds around the Weyr lake, hoping to settle down somewhere in the sunshine so she could bathe and oil Clover without getting under the feet of any dragonriders – or be spotted by anyone inclined to give her chores to do. Smiling brightly to herself, Madiquel paused at a cross section so that she wouldn’t unintentionally bump into someone and go flying, before continuing outside, blinking owlishly in the bright light of the afternoon sun. Giving her head a little toss, and shading her eyes while they grew used to the light, Madiquel made her way towards a large tree, a favourite she had chosen since arriving in the Weyr.
Dropping her small bag by the tree’s trunk, Madiquel then skipped her way towards the edge of the lake, a small brush in one hand and a container of soapsands in the other. Stopping at the edge of the water, the girl pulled off her slippers and hiked her skirt up, tucking it into her belt so that the hem was about knee length instead of ankle length. Wading slightly into the edge water of the large, cool, lake, Madiquel gently brought a chirping Clover from her shoulder and began to wash the delighted firelizard, getting soap suds everywhere but managing to make sure her little companion was clean before they both made their way back towards the tree, Madiquel making the wet Clover fly, rather than get her still more wet than the splashing had done.
Reaching the tree once more, Madiquel sat down under the dappled leaves, and dug out her small container of oil. Crooning with delight, Clover quickly settled herself on the ground between Madiquel’s knees, peering up at the young girl with adoration as Madiquel began to carefully apply the oil, making sure to get into the spots that were prone to drying out and cracking. Clover hummed her appreciation the whole time, carefully extending wings and legs so Madiquel could properly oil her hide.
