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!
16.Jan.20, 04:38 AM
This day had not gone at all like Cazelarias had expected. He hadn’t expected to be swept up by a dragonrider as soon as he arrived at the Weyr he’d discovered his sister was living in, in the wee early hours of the morning. He hadn’t expected to end up in the sky, or in the darkness, or back in the sky. He hadn’t expected to be a part of the crowd watching a Hatching. Honestly, Cazelarias didn’t think anyone in his immediate family could boast about having been to a Hatching before, and he was toying with the idea of writing back to his family to mention it, when he was joined by a dragonrider. One that spoke to him. One that knew his name. Cazelarias frowned slightly at N’reh, tilting his head just slightly.
“Caze,” he offered, still frowning, eyebrows pulled together and lips pursed slightly. “Original.” He repeated, bemused, and shook his head slightly before looking at Nerreh a little closer, his frown back between his eyebrows. “Where’s your ‘Original’?” he asked mildly, glancing towards the direction his sister was in, as if there would be a N’reh twin there, the ‘Original’ one. “How do you share a dragon?” That was genuinely curious, and he turned back to N’reh with his eyes wide and curious. Before N’reh could reply (probably before the poor bluerider could comprehend the question he’d been asked) the quake decided to hit, and Cazelarias’ eyes widened even further, this time with fear, and he looked nervously up at the ceiling, as if it hadn’t survived generations sprinkled with quakes. As if it might come down on top of them at any moment. Cazelarias’ breath faltered, quickening and he clenched his hands in his pants, released them, and clenched again.
Then there was a boy being mauled, and all the blood left Cazelarias’ face, and he swayed slightly; he might not have been close enough to really see it, but oh Faranth! Cazelarias looked away, tearing his gaze free with effort, and shoved his knuckles between his teeth, feeling queasy. “Does that happen a lot?” he mumbled weakly around his fist, horrified eyes turning to look at N’reh wildly. The way the murmurs were flowing around them, no one seemed shocked. No one was happy, or whatever, but, not shocked. That was horrifying!
Turning his attention back to the Hatching only when it was safe for his stomach that he do so, Cazelarias joined everyone else in watching the not-so-little gold dragon trudge around in confusion. When her voice rang out, he stared, wide eyed, as his sister toppled down to join the dragon. “W-w-… No!” he gasped, confused and bewildered as he stood up, before being jerked back down by N’reh, and he landed hard on his rump, blinking and blank. The rest of the Hatching wrapped up without Cazelarias noticing. He couldn’t have said what colours, what order, anything, about the last of the babies. All he knew was that it was over and he was shoving his way through the other men and women, ignoring their outcries and objections as he made a dash for the wall and nearly fell over it, landing in an ungainly pile on the sands.
N’reh joined him much more cleanly and helped him up, as Cazelarias seemed to have forgotten how to function, sand on his face and in his mouth and coating his clothing. He let the bluerider guide him towards Cazan and her – her – dragon. The thought made Cazelarias’ stomach drop and he stumbled, dazed and confused and unsure how to… “Cazan!” He gasped, when they finally joined the little group. She was busy talking to whomever the blonde man was, the dragonet babbling happily about… something. Cazelarias couldn’t make the words make sense. Never mind how bizarre it was to hear all the dragonets babbling to their new riders. In his head. All at the same time. Cazelarias was sure this was the worse fucking nightmare ever.
Even worse than when he’d woken up, and Cazan had been gone.
“Caze,” he offered, still frowning, eyebrows pulled together and lips pursed slightly. “Original.” He repeated, bemused, and shook his head slightly before looking at Nerreh a little closer, his frown back between his eyebrows. “Where’s your ‘Original’?” he asked mildly, glancing towards the direction his sister was in, as if there would be a N’reh twin there, the ‘Original’ one. “How do you share a dragon?” That was genuinely curious, and he turned back to N’reh with his eyes wide and curious. Before N’reh could reply (probably before the poor bluerider could comprehend the question he’d been asked) the quake decided to hit, and Cazelarias’ eyes widened even further, this time with fear, and he looked nervously up at the ceiling, as if it hadn’t survived generations sprinkled with quakes. As if it might come down on top of them at any moment. Cazelarias’ breath faltered, quickening and he clenched his hands in his pants, released them, and clenched again.
Then there was a boy being mauled, and all the blood left Cazelarias’ face, and he swayed slightly; he might not have been close enough to really see it, but oh Faranth! Cazelarias looked away, tearing his gaze free with effort, and shoved his knuckles between his teeth, feeling queasy. “Does that happen a lot?” he mumbled weakly around his fist, horrified eyes turning to look at N’reh wildly. The way the murmurs were flowing around them, no one seemed shocked. No one was happy, or whatever, but, not shocked. That was horrifying!
Turning his attention back to the Hatching only when it was safe for his stomach that he do so, Cazelarias joined everyone else in watching the not-so-little gold dragon trudge around in confusion. When her voice rang out, he stared, wide eyed, as his sister toppled down to join the dragon. “W-w-… No!” he gasped, confused and bewildered as he stood up, before being jerked back down by N’reh, and he landed hard on his rump, blinking and blank. The rest of the Hatching wrapped up without Cazelarias noticing. He couldn’t have said what colours, what order, anything, about the last of the babies. All he knew was that it was over and he was shoving his way through the other men and women, ignoring their outcries and objections as he made a dash for the wall and nearly fell over it, landing in an ungainly pile on the sands.
N’reh joined him much more cleanly and helped him up, as Cazelarias seemed to have forgotten how to function, sand on his face and in his mouth and coating his clothing. He let the bluerider guide him towards Cazan and her – her – dragon. The thought made Cazelarias’ stomach drop and he stumbled, dazed and confused and unsure how to… “Cazan!” He gasped, when they finally joined the little group. She was busy talking to whomever the blonde man was, the dragonet babbling happily about… something. Cazelarias couldn’t make the words make sense. Never mind how bizarre it was to hear all the dragonets babbling to their new riders. In his head. All at the same time. Cazelarias was sure this was the worse fucking nightmare ever.
Even worse than when he’d woken up, and Cazan had been gone.
