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!
03.Sep.19, 03:19 AM
Admittedly, her friends hadn’t been at the top of Madiquel’s list of importance for a bit there; she knew they would understand, but especially those who had dragons, and she knew her Healer friends would also understand, because they understood - if not the dragon side of things - the importance of keeping the unwell alive, and getting them well in the process. All said and done, however, as soon as her new life began to take on a routine that was becoming predictable (and that only took about a week, honestly) Madiquel had began reaching out to her friends and family (or the friends and family that weren’t A’tay, whom had been as constant a companion as they could get away with). Her Papa had been the most important, of course, and Madiquel was still overwhelmed by all the emotions involved in that first meeting between herself, Papa and little Zezeth.
Thankfully for all involved, Zezeth wasn’t prone to speaking; the little dragonet had a preference for sharing her thoughts and opinions through a channel of emotions and images, a lot like Madiquel was used to getting from Clover, though with decidedly more point to them. She thought it was a fun method of communication, overall, and Zezeth had clearly implied that she wasn’t particularly keen on speaking to everyone within broadcast range just because she wanted to speak to Madiquel. Madiquel had explained she would outgrow it, but apparently Zezeth didn’t want to wait that long. Whatever the case, her silence made her a good dragon for the girl who’s Papa was somewhat unstable in regards to dragons, mindsharing, and the bodiless voices dragons had.
Madiquel had invited Vaera to come and visit as soon as she was both able and allowed, and was delighted when, after some arrangements and careful organisation, it was only three weeks after Impression. Madiquel had been genuinely worried that Verec wouldn’t let his daughter come, and hadn’t counted on Vaera being allowed until she received notice from Eb’zer that Zellekath could see Syrendryth coming in for a landing, with a passenger on board. Madiquel squealed excitedly, bounding through the living area with young Zezeth bouncing along behind her. The dragonet was still notably small, but she was growing like a reed, shooting up and lengthwise with such determination that she was still horrifically skinny; but it was a kind of healthy skinny. Her hide had a good glow to it, and Madiquel took great care to keep it that way. She ate frequently and well, and was incredibly curious and self assured. Madiquel loved her.
“Hi!” Madiquel chirped, closing the distance between them and launching a quick hug at Vaera. Unlike Dyoricath, who just about ruptured eardrums whenever Misharan — Sh’ran — so much as looked at another human of any type, standing, or for any reason, Zezeth was very reasonable about Madiquel being in contact with other people. It probably helped that Madiquel was ridiculously innocent and sex was as far from her mind as it was closet to Sh’ran’s (not that Madiquel would have known that). After hugging Vaera tightly for a moment, Madiquel stepped back and grinned. “I’ve missed you!” She said brightly, completely sincere, and then took her friend's hand to hold out to Zezeth to sniff, as she introduced them.
“Zee, this is Vaera! Vaera, this is Zezeth!” The little dragon sniffed at Vaera’s hand, then made a soft chirping sound and let Madiquel show Vaera how Zezeth liked to have her eyeridges scratched just so, the skinny little green humming happily at the attention.
Thankfully for all involved, Zezeth wasn’t prone to speaking; the little dragonet had a preference for sharing her thoughts and opinions through a channel of emotions and images, a lot like Madiquel was used to getting from Clover, though with decidedly more point to them. She thought it was a fun method of communication, overall, and Zezeth had clearly implied that she wasn’t particularly keen on speaking to everyone within broadcast range just because she wanted to speak to Madiquel. Madiquel had explained she would outgrow it, but apparently Zezeth didn’t want to wait that long. Whatever the case, her silence made her a good dragon for the girl who’s Papa was somewhat unstable in regards to dragons, mindsharing, and the bodiless voices dragons had.
Madiquel had invited Vaera to come and visit as soon as she was both able and allowed, and was delighted when, after some arrangements and careful organisation, it was only three weeks after Impression. Madiquel had been genuinely worried that Verec wouldn’t let his daughter come, and hadn’t counted on Vaera being allowed until she received notice from Eb’zer that Zellekath could see Syrendryth coming in for a landing, with a passenger on board. Madiquel squealed excitedly, bounding through the living area with young Zezeth bouncing along behind her. The dragonet was still notably small, but she was growing like a reed, shooting up and lengthwise with such determination that she was still horrifically skinny; but it was a kind of healthy skinny. Her hide had a good glow to it, and Madiquel took great care to keep it that way. She ate frequently and well, and was incredibly curious and self assured. Madiquel loved her.
“Hi!” Madiquel chirped, closing the distance between them and launching a quick hug at Vaera. Unlike Dyoricath, who just about ruptured eardrums whenever Misharan — Sh’ran — so much as looked at another human of any type, standing, or for any reason, Zezeth was very reasonable about Madiquel being in contact with other people. It probably helped that Madiquel was ridiculously innocent and sex was as far from her mind as it was closet to Sh’ran’s (not that Madiquel would have known that). After hugging Vaera tightly for a moment, Madiquel stepped back and grinned. “I’ve missed you!” She said brightly, completely sincere, and then took her friend's hand to hold out to Zezeth to sniff, as she introduced them.
“Zee, this is Vaera! Vaera, this is Zezeth!” The little dragon sniffed at Vaera’s hand, then made a soft chirping sound and let Madiquel show Vaera how Zezeth liked to have her eyeridges scratched just so, the skinny little green humming happily at the attention.
