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!
28.Jun.18, 01:44 AM
“Thanks,” Indivara said mildly, as a catch-all response to the goldrider’s congratulations, compliment and offer for assistance. She wasn’t really sure what Mulrissa – or Bedith, for that matter – could do to make life easier for her. She supposed not invoking more paperwork would be a bonus, such as eating Candidates or whatever. But Indivara wasn’t really worried, she had been torturing Candidates with her scars for Turns and the idea of doing so as their teacher utterly thrilled her. Honestly, Indivara wasn’t even sure how many people knew what had actually caused her scarring; her stories had ranged from the mundane to the incredibly unlikely for Turns and while she was sure some had been corrected on what the truth was, she also knew most of her fellow ‘brats would get a kick out of the Candidates thinking she’d scarred herself for intimidation factor when she faced down eight wild Whers. Or… whatever the latest story was.
“He’s an idiot,” Indivara said fondly, shaking her head again. Venseth had done much the same thing when they’d visited the snow at R’nd’s sister’s home. Veeth and Vydoriath hadn’t been quite as enthusiastic, if she recalled, but Venseth seemed to have developed a desire to wriggle and roll on all the different ground coverings that he could. She’d seen him rolling around in the lush grass of the fields, the pebbled beaches of Ista… Indivara shook her head again, and watched as Venseth climbed to his feet once more and shook the specks of sand from his hide in a sheet of golden dust.
What is ‘respect’? Venseth asked, staring at Bedith blankly and with such conviction that Indivara burst out laughing. Her dragon’s deep amusement at teasing the gold echoed through to her, but he was doing a marvellous job of appearing to be quite and absurdly dumb. Indivara wondered if Bedith would believe he was as clueless as he was portraying, or if her unfortunate laughter would give away the game. Regardless, Venseth seemed to wait with baited breath for the answer to his question, ignoring the way his rider was laughing and gasping for breath at his antics.
“He’s an idiot,” Indivara said fondly, shaking her head again. Venseth had done much the same thing when they’d visited the snow at R’nd’s sister’s home. Veeth and Vydoriath hadn’t been quite as enthusiastic, if she recalled, but Venseth seemed to have developed a desire to wriggle and roll on all the different ground coverings that he could. She’d seen him rolling around in the lush grass of the fields, the pebbled beaches of Ista… Indivara shook her head again, and watched as Venseth climbed to his feet once more and shook the specks of sand from his hide in a sheet of golden dust.
