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!
13.Oct.18, 01:32 AM
T’ryn had just towelled off from his evening bath when a firelizard appeared before him, causing him to yelp in surprise. He took a step back but didn’t tumble back into the tub, for which he was grateful, and quickly wrapped the towel around his waist, suddenly shy before the nosy creature that could gossip faster than even his sister. He eyed the beast for a moment and then took the note he was holding, reading it over, and then giving a squeak borne of surprise and excitement.
The eggs were moving! The Hatching would begin soon!
T’ryn shooed the firelizard away, telling it thanks as he did so and ran to get dressed. When he finally managed to stumble his way out to the ledge, Syrendryth didn’t rise from where he was lying down, but simply gave him a look.We are not going out with you looking like that. Try again, slower this time. You know they will not hatch right away. T’ryn glared at his dragon and then looked down at himself and saw he wasn’t matching, the shirt was buttoned wrong, and a hand to his hair reminded him he hadn’t done anything with it after towel-drying it. Sighing, he nodded and went back to try again.
Fifteen minutes later and he was properly dressed and groomed, but as he was about to mount up, he realised he had to tell people, important people! M’ris probably already knew so that didn’t even cross his mind but he ran out the door, yelling to Syrendryth that he had to tell N’mor. He gave a knock to the door that didn’t mean anything as he entered as soon as his hand left the wood and flew inside, looking for his best friend. He found the man in bed, with Z’rin, but that barely processed in his mind addled with fear, nerves, and excitement as he came to a stop at the foot of the bed. “The eggs are moving!” he grinned with the excitement but his eyes were slightly wild from the nerves. “I’ll see you there!” T’ryn ran back out of the weyr, letting anyone he came across on the way back to his weyr that Telgar’s Hatching was about to begin.
Again, they were about to leave when T’ryn recalled a promise he made to Mylorah after she pestered him about it. Instead of going to Telgar, they landed near the Candidate barracks and T’ryn dashed inside to find his target. Kordiavis was remaking his bed, likely having done laundry earlier in the day, but he was dressed, which was perfect. Less time to wait. He told his sort of friend he was being kidnapped and brought to the Hatching so he could hopefully see his friends Impress. They had a bit of a stare down until Kordiavis finally sighed and relented.
Finally!
When they landed in Telgar, T’ryn shooed Kordiavis off to the stands and said he’d take him home later as well. Syrendryth had already sauntered inside to take up a place near Bedith. He seemed to like the gold, having hunted for her, and kept her company when she wanted it. T’ryn was a bit worried about that and hoped they were friends and not about to end up mates. Oh, that was all he needed right then; add that fear about winning another gold Flight on top of attending his first Hatching as the rider of the sire. He had so many fears now thanks to Rhezalth’s first clutch that T’ryn kept conjuring up horrible things that could happen at Syrendryth’s. He really didn’t need added stress about things that might not even happen in the future.
As he walked by the clutch, he paused to watch some of the more active eggs, wonder replacing the fear for the moment. There were dragonets in there and they were ready to come out! His dragon had helped do this and there was a chance friends and his sister could Impress to one of them! That would be so cool. He was smiling at that thought as he made his way over to Mulrissa and Bedith, greeting them both. “Evening, ladies. They might be a few days later than expected but at least the time of day is a lot better than most seem to take place at.” He was trying for a relaxed appearance, not wanting to give away how his emotions were going in every direction. As long as he didn’t think about all the horrible things that could happen at a Hatching, T’ryn was confident he could give off the illusion he was calm.
The eggs were moving! The Hatching would begin soon!
T’ryn shooed the firelizard away, telling it thanks as he did so and ran to get dressed. When he finally managed to stumble his way out to the ledge, Syrendryth didn’t rise from where he was lying down, but simply gave him a look.
Fifteen minutes later and he was properly dressed and groomed, but as he was about to mount up, he realised he had to tell people, important people! M’ris probably already knew so that didn’t even cross his mind but he ran out the door, yelling to Syrendryth that he had to tell N’mor. He gave a knock to the door that didn’t mean anything as he entered as soon as his hand left the wood and flew inside, looking for his best friend. He found the man in bed, with Z’rin, but that barely processed in his mind addled with fear, nerves, and excitement as he came to a stop at the foot of the bed. “The eggs are moving!” he grinned with the excitement but his eyes were slightly wild from the nerves. “I’ll see you there!” T’ryn ran back out of the weyr, letting anyone he came across on the way back to his weyr that Telgar’s Hatching was about to begin.
Again, they were about to leave when T’ryn recalled a promise he made to Mylorah after she pestered him about it. Instead of going to Telgar, they landed near the Candidate barracks and T’ryn dashed inside to find his target. Kordiavis was remaking his bed, likely having done laundry earlier in the day, but he was dressed, which was perfect. Less time to wait. He told his sort of friend he was being kidnapped and brought to the Hatching so he could hopefully see his friends Impress. They had a bit of a stare down until Kordiavis finally sighed and relented.
Finally!
When they landed in Telgar, T’ryn shooed Kordiavis off to the stands and said he’d take him home later as well. Syrendryth had already sauntered inside to take up a place near Bedith. He seemed to like the gold, having hunted for her, and kept her company when she wanted it. T’ryn was a bit worried about that and hoped they were friends and not about to end up mates. Oh, that was all he needed right then; add that fear about winning another gold Flight on top of attending his first Hatching as the rider of the sire. He had so many fears now thanks to Rhezalth’s first clutch that T’ryn kept conjuring up horrible things that could happen at Syrendryth’s. He really didn’t need added stress about things that might not even happen in the future.
As he walked by the clutch, he paused to watch some of the more active eggs, wonder replacing the fear for the moment. There were dragonets in there and they were ready to come out! His dragon had helped do this and there was a chance friends and his sister could Impress to one of them! That would be so cool. He was smiling at that thought as he made his way over to Mulrissa and Bedith, greeting them both. “Evening, ladies. They might be a few days later than expected but at least the time of day is a lot better than most seem to take place at.” He was trying for a relaxed appearance, not wanting to give away how his emotions were going in every direction. As long as he didn’t think about all the horrible things that could happen at a Hatching, T’ryn was confident he could give off the illusion he was calm.
