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!
01.May.12, 11:44 PM
It was cold today, for M’bal anyway. Having been raised in the heart of Igen he was one of the few that lived in Katila that found the ‘warm’ weather on the cooler side of things. Nevermind the awful humidity that simply ruined his hair almost all year round. Smoothing it down yet again he glanced around. Of those that had volunteered he was the only Bronzerider, which in itself was shocking enough. Didn’t he have anything better to do with himself? Apparently not.
By the time the majority of the class had turned up M’bal gave G’rem a knowing stare as he commenced the lesson. While every other pairing had a moment of thought, there was none as he said: “Allendris and Vyaniorth to fly with M’bal and Bronze Gugaroth.” M’bal concealed his petty smirk as he watched the weyrling he had been ‘assigned’, discreetly palming something into G’rem’s hand as he passed.
Behind him Gugaroth gave a bright trill, oblivious to his rider’s plotting he reached his nose down towards the little Bronze that he had been assigned to transport. Hi! I’m Gugaroth! You must be Vyaniorth. He greeted the young dragon eagerly, his deep blue eyes whirling as he inspected the miniature version of himself. Giving him a little sniff he deemed Vyaniorth clean enough to ride upon him and gave a little bounce of excitement. This will be fun! You get to fly while you’re so little! One day when you’re big just like I am, we can fly together without our riders! Gugaroth decided, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was the smallest Bronze in the Weyr.
‘Now don’t scare the little one Gugaroth. Give him a chance to talk too.’ M’bal sent, hearing his dragon’s excited babble. Tugging his coat straight he held out a hand to Allendris in greeting. “Good to meet you Allendris. Let’s get your fella loaded up first.” He offered, motioning for Gugaroth to lie flat on the ground. The Bronze did so, folding his wings loosely beside him. “Now I think... let’s try this.” Mounting his dragon he turned to face the rear of the Bronze and reached down, indicating that Allendris should hand his dragon up to M’bal. “He can sit behind the saddle, which he can hold onto or bite if he feels unsteady.” I’ll fly very smoothly so you don’t slip! Gugaroth piped up, eager to prove himself capable of this unusual task.
With the baby Bronze on board M’bal spun around, holding his hand out to Allendris while Gugaroth extended his foreleg as a step. Hauling the slender man up he stifled a laugh, did he look so awkward when he was a fresh Weyrling? That would have to be fixed. “Alright, clip this here and here,” he paused, waiting as Allendris strapped himself in, “and we’re off!”
Gugaroth stood, spreading his wings out and being careful not to disturb Vyaniorth on his back. Wary of his charge the Bronze decided to take off after running forward a few steps, opposed to a stand-still leap into the air which would most likely lose Vyaniorth from his back. It wasn’t entirely smooth, though M’bal was proud of his dragon’s solution.
The flight wasn’t especially eventful, though in this situation that was definitely a good thing. M’bal spent most of it sussing out Allendris as a person; where did he come from, how long had he been here, etc. He tried his best not to turn up his nose too visibly at the weyrling’s previous education and forced himself to look past it. This was his chance to groom a new Bronzerider into the perfect supporter, he couldn’t stuff up this first impression! As they swept in for a gentle landing M’bal turned slightly, giving a light eyeroll as he spoke. “I’m sorry if your dragon is bored numb or something... Gugaroth is a very chatty beast to the other Bronzes.” He slapped Gugaroth’s side as he spoke, reassuring him that his chattyness was fine.
That was fun! Maybe we could do it again sometime soon? Gugaroth chirped, asking M’bal as well as Allendris and Vyaniorth. Once they had all dismounted he bounced up and down, eyeing the lake excitedly. Oh can I M’bal? M’bal laughed, reaching up to take the riding gear off of his Bronze before it all got soaked and he had to fly back to the Weyr with a wet ass. Gugaroth gave an excited squeal as he leapt into the air, speeding forward and diving into the lake. Thankfully he was far enough in that those on the shore would only get a slight wave touching their feet and no splash.
By the time the majority of the class had turned up M’bal gave G’rem a knowing stare as he commenced the lesson. While every other pairing had a moment of thought, there was none as he said: “Allendris and Vyaniorth to fly with M’bal and Bronze Gugaroth.” M’bal concealed his petty smirk as he watched the weyrling he had been ‘assigned’, discreetly palming something into G’rem’s hand as he passed.
Behind him Gugaroth gave a bright trill, oblivious to his rider’s plotting he reached his nose down towards the little Bronze that he had been assigned to transport. Hi! I’m Gugaroth! You must be Vyaniorth. He greeted the young dragon eagerly, his deep blue eyes whirling as he inspected the miniature version of himself. Giving him a little sniff he deemed Vyaniorth clean enough to ride upon him and gave a little bounce of excitement. This will be fun! You get to fly while you’re so little! One day when you’re big just like I am, we can fly together without our riders! Gugaroth decided, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was the smallest Bronze in the Weyr.
‘Now don’t scare the little one Gugaroth. Give him a chance to talk too.’ M’bal sent, hearing his dragon’s excited babble. Tugging his coat straight he held out a hand to Allendris in greeting. “Good to meet you Allendris. Let’s get your fella loaded up first.” He offered, motioning for Gugaroth to lie flat on the ground. The Bronze did so, folding his wings loosely beside him. “Now I think... let’s try this.” Mounting his dragon he turned to face the rear of the Bronze and reached down, indicating that Allendris should hand his dragon up to M’bal. “He can sit behind the saddle, which he can hold onto or bite if he feels unsteady.” I’ll fly very smoothly so you don’t slip! Gugaroth piped up, eager to prove himself capable of this unusual task.
With the baby Bronze on board M’bal spun around, holding his hand out to Allendris while Gugaroth extended his foreleg as a step. Hauling the slender man up he stifled a laugh, did he look so awkward when he was a fresh Weyrling? That would have to be fixed. “Alright, clip this here and here,” he paused, waiting as Allendris strapped himself in, “and we’re off!”
Gugaroth stood, spreading his wings out and being careful not to disturb Vyaniorth on his back. Wary of his charge the Bronze decided to take off after running forward a few steps, opposed to a stand-still leap into the air which would most likely lose Vyaniorth from his back. It wasn’t entirely smooth, though M’bal was proud of his dragon’s solution.
The flight wasn’t especially eventful, though in this situation that was definitely a good thing. M’bal spent most of it sussing out Allendris as a person; where did he come from, how long had he been here, etc. He tried his best not to turn up his nose too visibly at the weyrling’s previous education and forced himself to look past it. This was his chance to groom a new Bronzerider into the perfect supporter, he couldn’t stuff up this first impression! As they swept in for a gentle landing M’bal turned slightly, giving a light eyeroll as he spoke. “I’m sorry if your dragon is bored numb or something... Gugaroth is a very chatty beast to the other Bronzes.” He slapped Gugaroth’s side as he spoke, reassuring him that his chattyness was fine.
That was fun! Maybe we could do it again sometime soon? Gugaroth chirped, asking M’bal as well as Allendris and Vyaniorth. Once they had all dismounted he bounced up and down, eyeing the lake excitedly. Oh can I M’bal? M’bal laughed, reaching up to take the riding gear off of his Bronze before it all got soaked and he had to fly back to the Weyr with a wet ass. Gugaroth gave an excited squeal as he leapt into the air, speeding forward and diving into the lake. Thankfully he was far enough in that those on the shore would only get a slight wave touching their feet and no splash.
