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!
24.Jun.12, 11:11 PM
Go!
Grith called, signalling that she was ready to catch the tiny dragon. When Oruth landed on her back she trilled shrilly, beating her wings as powerfully as she could to take herself and her passenger high into the sky. They were speeding forward with ease, leaving the walking party far behind. She bugled as a Blue winged past, the small form of another Green baby on his back. How boring! Oruth commented as she saw the Blue's straightforward and relatively still flight, elliciting a rich rumble of laughter from Grith. Yes, very! She agreed.
B'jin's coy expression did nothing to fool Par'a. "A Bluerider thing huh? Well let's see... Now I know Larrikith only flies Blues... but never more than once. So! How is he?" She asked, purposefully turning her gaze up to the trio of Greens above them and away from B'jin. The patterns they were swirling were quite pretty, though her heart leapt into her mouth when one of them winked between and left Oruth falling down to the other. Sure, nothing bad had happened yet, but you never knew with Grith. She didn't have much time to watch them though as they sped into the distance.
When they were faced with a small ball of Gold Par'a laughed. As a Weyrling there had been no Golds in training at the same time as herself and Grith, only older and more sensible queens were present in the Weyr. That only made Krypth seem even more hilarious. Two months old and she thought she was going to make demands of fully fledged riders?
"Darling, just because that baby Green is willing to have fun doesn't mean you have to rain on her parade. Now on your way, it looks like there's a nice Brown left to give you a lift." Par'a shooed the baby Gold away with her foot after B'jin had patted her. His words took a moment to register but they brought a wide smirk to her face.
"I haven't a clue!" She laughed, ignoring the looks the Weyrlings were giving the pair. Striding forward she glanced up again, watching the last dragon, a Brown, passing overhead. Ah, good, that nosey Gold was on her way.
Grith called, signalling that she was ready to catch the tiny dragon. When Oruth landed on her back she trilled shrilly, beating her wings as powerfully as she could to take herself and her passenger high into the sky. They were speeding forward with ease, leaving the walking party far behind. She bugled as a Blue winged past, the small form of another Green baby on his back. How boring! Oruth commented as she saw the Blue's straightforward and relatively still flight, elliciting a rich rumble of laughter from Grith. Yes, very! She agreed.
B'jin's coy expression did nothing to fool Par'a. "A Bluerider thing huh? Well let's see... Now I know Larrikith only flies Blues... but never more than once. So! How is he?" She asked, purposefully turning her gaze up to the trio of Greens above them and away from B'jin. The patterns they were swirling were quite pretty, though her heart leapt into her mouth when one of them winked between and left Oruth falling down to the other. Sure, nothing bad had happened yet, but you never knew with Grith. She didn't have much time to watch them though as they sped into the distance.
When they were faced with a small ball of Gold Par'a laughed. As a Weyrling there had been no Golds in training at the same time as herself and Grith, only older and more sensible queens were present in the Weyr. That only made Krypth seem even more hilarious. Two months old and she thought she was going to make demands of fully fledged riders?
"Darling, just because that baby Green is willing to have fun doesn't mean you have to rain on her parade. Now on your way, it looks like there's a nice Brown left to give you a lift." Par'a shooed the baby Gold away with her foot after B'jin had patted her. His words took a moment to register but they brought a wide smirk to her face.
"I haven't a clue!" She laughed, ignoring the looks the Weyrlings were giving the pair. Striding forward she glanced up again, watching the last dragon, a Brown, passing overhead. Ah, good, that nosey Gold was on her way.
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