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!
30.Jun.18, 08:32 AM
Mylorah thought a moment on the question, going through the gold dragons and had to agree with N’mor. They could be sweet but they did seem rather demanding and very set in their ways and liked rules. Poor Casa especially! She had listened to her friend complain about Thallyath regularly over the years but Mylorah also suspected a lot of it came from Casa purposely doing things to irritate the dragon. “I think you have a point. All right then, my luck would have a timid dragon that was scandalised every time I kissed someone and preferred I stayed in the shadows and improve my needlework.” She made a face at that idea and didn’t think anyone – dragon or human – would ever get her needlework to improve. She was horrible at it and had long ago written it off as a lost cause.
“And I will cheer you on, Rhezalth!” Mylorah grinned and popped a piece of fruit in her mouth. “Especially if you give chase to Mizeath,” Mylorah returned the mischievous look N’mor had shown moments earlier as she practically dared the bronze pair to chase the Weyrwoman. They all knew it’d be for show only since Mizeath seemed to have settled down with Mosiath and who would want to draw M’ris’ ire for no real reason? It probably wouldn’t be as bad as winning Aradissicath and Rhaedalyn though.
“Aaanywaaay,” Mylorah was changing the topic but not the expression she wore as she pulled her feet up under her on the chair, making it known she was settling in for a while and N’mor wasn’t going to get rid of her. “Who have you been tangling with outside of Flights, N’mor? Because you have been way too happy and glowy for months and I know there’s a reason behind it. A very warm bodied reason.”
“And I will cheer you on, Rhezalth!” Mylorah grinned and popped a piece of fruit in her mouth. “Especially if you give chase to Mizeath,” Mylorah returned the mischievous look N’mor had shown moments earlier as she practically dared the bronze pair to chase the Weyrwoman. They all knew it’d be for show only since Mizeath seemed to have settled down with Mosiath and who would want to draw M’ris’ ire for no real reason? It probably wouldn’t be as bad as winning Aradissicath and Rhaedalyn though.
“Aaanywaaay,” Mylorah was changing the topic but not the expression she wore as she pulled her feet up under her on the chair, making it known she was settling in for a while and N’mor wasn’t going to get rid of her. “Who have you been tangling with outside of Flights, N’mor? Because you have been way too happy and glowy for months and I know there’s a reason behind it. A very warm bodied reason.”
