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!
11.Jan.20, 02:49 PM
She stretched when M'ris woke her, moaning at the feel of tight muscles moving and warming, caught the look on his face and knew her own would echo his. She'd would have rather stayed in bed and tossed her weyrmate beneath her as much as he did but Ameris knew there would be no lounging around in bed this day. A hatching was happening and even Ameris frowned when she learned who it was. Usually, Aradissicath was like clockwork and Ameris hadn't expected the hatching to come so soon. She chuckled as she watched M'ris shoo the blue away and shook her head as Muffin blinked between. She climbed out of bed and headed towards the bathing chamber.
My love, you don't mind do you? she asked the gold who was currently lazing about on the sands. Mizeath was gravid with eggs, ready to pop and there was no way Ameris was going to get her into the air and to Fort. The gold was generally alright with Mosiath giving her lady a ride but she was grouchy sometimes.Go, the gold told her without a hint of censure in her voice, It will do you well to see another hatching that is not full of death. Permission given, she arrived with M'ris and Mosiath, settling with the man to watch his daughter stand. Soon her own son would be old enough to do the same thing and Ameris was suddenly a little emotional at the thought. She better not be pregnant again, she groused to herself. She simply did not have time for that nonsense. Maybe she'd talk to M'ris again once they were settled at Benden. But not now.
Fingers linked with M'ris', Ameris watched the hatch as it unfolded. So far so good, the hatchlings looked healthy and hale, not the drawn and deathly sick weyrlings of Thallyath's. Those still brought a frown to her face even though they appeared to be thriving. She grimaced when one of the girls was clawed but was delighted when that same girl impressed the gold that had been wrestling with the green. "A strong clutch," she murmured to M'ris and watched as another brown impressed. She could only hope Mizeath's next was just as healthy, it wouldn't do if Ista was cursed now with terrible clutches. "Mizeath's will be too," she muttered to herself with fierce determination and she could feel the same from her gold. There was no way a clutch thrown by Mizeath and Mosiath would be sickly. Simply no way.
My love, you don't mind do you? she asked the gold who was currently lazing about on the sands. Mizeath was gravid with eggs, ready to pop and there was no way Ameris was going to get her into the air and to Fort. The gold was generally alright with Mosiath giving her lady a ride but she was grouchy sometimes.
Fingers linked with M'ris', Ameris watched the hatch as it unfolded. So far so good, the hatchlings looked healthy and hale, not the drawn and deathly sick weyrlings of Thallyath's. Those still brought a frown to her face even though they appeared to be thriving. She grimaced when one of the girls was clawed but was delighted when that same girl impressed the gold that had been wrestling with the green. "A strong clutch," she murmured to M'ris and watched as another brown impressed. She could only hope Mizeath's next was just as healthy, it wouldn't do if Ista was cursed now with terrible clutches. "Mizeath's will be too," she muttered to herself with fierce determination and she could feel the same from her gold. There was no way a clutch thrown by Mizeath and Mosiath would be sickly. Simply no way.
