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!
16.May.18, 12:35 AM
Holy hell, it was hot!
Theodosia, although if you ever called her that she'd kill you, stepped out of the Barracks, and almost instantly regretted it. She only took a few steps, and she was already beginning to sweat. Likely for others, they wouldn't have such a problem with it, but having only left the North a few days before, she hadn't ever gotten the chance to become accustomed to the heat.
Looking around, her singular eye landed on the Hatching Grounds. Like many new Candidates, they called to her, and so she obeyed. After all, she had free time for now, so why not? As she tromped across, booted feet sinking into the ground, she reached up to adjust her eye-patch. It was the medical grade one, made of wrappings that covered her eye. It was better at absorbing sweat, and felt more comfortable than her cotton one.
The doors to the Hatching Grounds were heavy, and she had to push rather hard to get them open. When she did, she was met with a blast of heat that left her panting, squinting against it. She forced her way through, feeling sand give way beneath her boots. The white of the sand was near blinding, and she had to take a moment to squint, trying to adjust to it.
Theodosia, although if you ever called her that she'd kill you, stepped out of the Barracks, and almost instantly regretted it. She only took a few steps, and she was already beginning to sweat. Likely for others, they wouldn't have such a problem with it, but having only left the North a few days before, she hadn't ever gotten the chance to become accustomed to the heat.
Looking around, her singular eye landed on the Hatching Grounds. Like many new Candidates, they called to her, and so she obeyed. After all, she had free time for now, so why not? As she tromped across, booted feet sinking into the ground, she reached up to adjust her eye-patch. It was the medical grade one, made of wrappings that covered her eye. It was better at absorbing sweat, and felt more comfortable than her cotton one.
The doors to the Hatching Grounds were heavy, and she had to push rather hard to get them open. When she did, she was met with a blast of heat that left her panting, squinting against it. She forced her way through, feeling sand give way beneath her boots. The white of the sand was near blinding, and she had to take a moment to squint, trying to adjust to it.
