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!
15.Oct.18, 06:15 AM
T'ryn kept forcing out smiles and doing his best to chit chat with everyone that came over and he even thanked them for any advice they had, whether he heard it or not. R'nd offering him support was what stuck with him, even years after blurting out he was the bluerider's son, he was still touched by R'nd trying his hardest to be a good dad and show support in any way he could. He found he kept stealing glances at his dad, finding the comfort and calming affect that R'nd said would come with the distraction. He also found distraction in the way N'mor was with Z'rin and the young girl sitting with them--Z'rin's daughter? He didn't know enough about the bluerider to be certain. But he liked seeing N'mor so happy and relaxed. It still hurt if he thought about them too much, the way he turned his best friend down despite wanting to be with him, but he wasn't ready to try a relationship again and wouldn't make N'mor suffer while he figured everything out. So it hurt, but he was glad he did it as well as he watched them interact.
All the distractions he had given himself had worked to calm his nerves; until the first egg started cracking. He held his breath, convinced everyone else was doing the same with how it suddenly seemed so quiet except for the loud cracking of shells. When the occupant finally revealed itself, T'ryn exhaled and smiled at the little green. He couldn't remember what hatched first at N'mor's first clutch and he knew it was bad luck if a green came first instead of a bronze, but he didn't care. She was so perfect and adorable! A bronze was quick to follow her to freedom and T'ryn felt that was close enough to the superstition and he'd take it.
By the time the excitement seemed to settle from the flurry of the first eggs hatching, T'ryn was smiling, pleased that it was going smoothly. He also hadn't missed that five of the eight happy dragonets were green. They were always the dominant colour in every clutch--especially the one that Aradissicath came from, but at least there had been a bronze and two blues so he knew it wouldn't be an entire clutch of green and a gold.
Of course not. I am very even-tempered and balanced in everything that I do. I expect even the colours of my offspring to be balanced appropriately. Syrendryth said that in such a matter-of-fact tone that T'ryn couldn't help but laugh, doing his best to hide it behind his hands so people didn't think he was being rude or going crazy. But one look at him staring up at his dragon would show it was a private conversation that startled him.
All the distractions he had given himself had worked to calm his nerves; until the first egg started cracking. He held his breath, convinced everyone else was doing the same with how it suddenly seemed so quiet except for the loud cracking of shells. When the occupant finally revealed itself, T'ryn exhaled and smiled at the little green. He couldn't remember what hatched first at N'mor's first clutch and he knew it was bad luck if a green came first instead of a bronze, but he didn't care. She was so perfect and adorable! A bronze was quick to follow her to freedom and T'ryn felt that was close enough to the superstition and he'd take it.
By the time the excitement seemed to settle from the flurry of the first eggs hatching, T'ryn was smiling, pleased that it was going smoothly. He also hadn't missed that five of the eight happy dragonets were green. They were always the dominant colour in every clutch--especially the one that Aradissicath came from, but at least there had been a bronze and two blues so he knew it wouldn't be an entire clutch of green and a gold.
