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!
26.Mar.12, 12:29 AM
7th day, late Autumn. It had been almost 3 full days since Krypth had been shelled, along with her 16 siblings, and Jada was still searching for a moment of peace. Krypth was still harassing her all night, her golden nose close to Jada's person at any given moment. Jada's arms were so incredibly sore that it hurt to move her fingers sometimes, but her dragonet had needs; there was feeding, oiling, scratching, Candidate lessons, more food, more oil and then paying close attention to how much Krypth ate and at what times. For herself, she had barely slept at all, for every time she started to sink off, the dragonet would nose her, oftentimes asking Is it time to play now, since we will not get in anyone's way? or Will you scratch me at [insert location here]? It itches. Babies weren't supposed to itch this sharding much. Not already! Were they? She didn't hear any complaints from some of the smaller dragons, though she had been afraid to ask Allendris if Vyaniorth was having the same complaints. Not after the way Krypth had been so aggressively negative towards the larger bronze.
On the same note of having no time, Jada hadn't been able to go visit Indivara at all. Everyone simply wanted a piece of her. No, not her. Krypth. The dragonet was like a tourist attraction: it was everyone's first time in Keroon, and they all wanted to catch a glimpse of the Lord Holder's prized Runner! It irritated her to no end, and that passed its way to the gold, who became even clingier, trying to reassure her human of the love she bore for her bonded. But Jada knew Krypth cared for her; she could feel it like something palpable under her skin, a living breathing sensation that unfurled itself just under her skin. That didn't mean she needed to feel that velvet nose pressed to her side all the time, running Jada into tables, chairs, walls, people, doors...
It was late evening now, after dinner, and the two females were stumbling into the Weyrling barracks, one exhausted out of her mind and the other just clumsy. Krypth could feel that her bonded was tired, and feel an undercurrent of something wrong just under her skin; the gold had made up her mind that not even she would disturb Jada's sleep tonight- it would be her first night sleeping alone, in the stone bed that D'ren had said was suited for her needs. An extra pillow and blanket had been arranged for, but only one of each! That was probably Jada's fault, Krypth had decided; D'ren had seemed like such a nice, accommodating male.
She spotted the other person before Jada did, and chirped loudly to get the stranger's attention. Who was that? Why was she looking in their room? Was it one of Jada's friends?
On the same note of having no time, Jada hadn't been able to go visit Indivara at all. Everyone simply wanted a piece of her. No, not her. Krypth. The dragonet was like a tourist attraction: it was everyone's first time in Keroon, and they all wanted to catch a glimpse of the Lord Holder's prized Runner! It irritated her to no end, and that passed its way to the gold, who became even clingier, trying to reassure her human of the love she bore for her bonded. But Jada knew Krypth cared for her; she could feel it like something palpable under her skin, a living breathing sensation that unfurled itself just under her skin. That didn't mean she needed to feel that velvet nose pressed to her side all the time, running Jada into tables, chairs, walls, people, doors...
It was late evening now, after dinner, and the two females were stumbling into the Weyrling barracks, one exhausted out of her mind and the other just clumsy. Krypth could feel that her bonded was tired, and feel an undercurrent of something wrong just under her skin; the gold had made up her mind that not even she would disturb Jada's sleep tonight- it would be her first night sleeping alone, in the stone bed that D'ren had said was suited for her needs. An extra pillow and blanket had been arranged for, but only one of each! That was probably Jada's fault, Krypth had decided; D'ren had seemed like such a nice, accommodating male.
She spotted the other person before Jada did, and chirped loudly to get the stranger's attention. Who was that? Why was she looking in their room? Was it one of Jada's friends?
