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!
20.Aug.19, 12:57 AM
“Yes, unfortunately my precocious lady decided we would not be attending and I cannot win against her whims,” J’shom said with a fond eye-roll. It wasn’t that bad, really, he would certainly survive having missed the Gather. Especially with Candidates bringing him music to experiment with. “I can’t say I have any particular plans for the rest of the day, at least not that I can’t put aside for a while, so you’re welcome to stay as long as you like.” He gratefully took the notebook and started flipping through it while Beckitt wandered off to greet Siolilth.
Thank you, Beckitt, these are excellent,” he said when Beckitt came back from saying hello to the green. “Here, pick one you really liked and see if you can sing the melody for me?” J’shom could sight read music, but he found it never sounded as good as when he had heard the song first. The notebook was handed back to Beckitt while J’shom moved to grab his smaller harp from a side table where he’d left it. It would be able to play most of what he’d seen in his quick perusal of the music Beckitt had transposed (it didn’t occur to him that maybe Beckitt had specifically noted down music for J’shom’s favorite instrument), and if he picked one of the few it wasn’t as well suited for, J’shom had other instruments they could get out. They just weren’t as conveniently located at the moment.
“Alright, which have you chosen?” J’shom asked, perching on one of his chairs, harp in his lap, waiting for Beckitt to start them off.
Thank you, Beckitt, these are excellent,” he said when Beckitt came back from saying hello to the green. “Here, pick one you really liked and see if you can sing the melody for me?” J’shom could sight read music, but he found it never sounded as good as when he had heard the song first. The notebook was handed back to Beckitt while J’shom moved to grab his smaller harp from a side table where he’d left it. It would be able to play most of what he’d seen in his quick perusal of the music Beckitt had transposed (it didn’t occur to him that maybe Beckitt had specifically noted down music for J’shom’s favorite instrument), and if he picked one of the few it wasn’t as well suited for, J’shom had other instruments they could get out. They just weren’t as conveniently located at the moment.
“Alright, which have you chosen?” J’shom asked, perching on one of his chairs, harp in his lap, waiting for Beckitt to start them off.
