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!
06.Mar.20, 04:46 PM
Iliyith knew her eggs would be ready to lay soon, probably in a matter of days. But she was so bored if being cooped up on the Sands. Practically since her Flight she had been strongly “encouraged” by the Weyrleaders to remain on the hatching grounds—at least until her endless sighing began to annoy even Aradissicath. Ostensibly this was to prevent her causing further mischief—as if she would! The only reason she’d been so secretive last time was for her rider’s emotional well-being, after all. Helyna had been so rattled by the first Flight that it had almost seemed better to ignore it; until it couldn’t be hidden anymore.
She shifted and twisted for a while, trying to get comfortable. when that didn’t work, she fussed again over the arrangement of the wallows she’d prepared in the sand for her eggs, then scrutinized the patching of the cracks from the earthquake skeptically. Giving up, she reached out to Helyna. I’m going to sun for a bit and I itch terribly. Can you bring some oil to the Bowl? Satisfied with the affirmative answer, she made her ponderous way out into the noon sunshine.
Hearing a small chirp Iliyith glanced down, amused as one of the golds from the last clutch greeted her. She leaned down and touched noses with the chubby dragonet. Hello, Cirith. Yes, I wanted some sun on my hide and some oil. Come, sit with me for a bit
She looked around the Bowl, expecting to see other babies and their riders around. Where is your bond-mate, little one? She found a good spot to sun, gently herding the baby ahead of her with her nose and reaching out to her rider again. If you see Cirith’s rider or her rider’s mate on your way, tell them I’ve found her—what’s the word you use?—her “butterball.” For good measure she also relayed the message to Semath, knowing the green would ensure the message was delivered.
Surprising herself with her own patience, the gold answered the dragonet’s many questions. No, they do not hurt, little one. They do make it difficult to get comfortable though, and I will be glad to have them on the sands soon. They still sleep for now—they don’t yet have your energy, Iliyith teased Cirith as the dragonet played a bit more, bored almost instantly with sitting still.
She shifted and twisted for a while, trying to get comfortable. when that didn’t work, she fussed again over the arrangement of the wallows she’d prepared in the sand for her eggs, then scrutinized the patching of the cracks from the earthquake skeptically. Giving up, she reached out to Helyna. I’m going to sun for a bit and I itch terribly. Can you bring some oil to the Bowl? Satisfied with the affirmative answer, she made her ponderous way out into the noon sunshine.
Hearing a small chirp Iliyith glanced down, amused as one of the golds from the last clutch greeted her. She leaned down and touched noses with the chubby dragonet. Hello, Cirith. Yes, I wanted some sun on my hide and some oil. Come, sit with me for a bit
She looked around the Bowl, expecting to see other babies and their riders around. Where is your bond-mate, little one? She found a good spot to sun, gently herding the baby ahead of her with her nose and reaching out to her rider again. If you see Cirith’s rider or her rider’s mate on your way, tell them I’ve found her—what’s the word you use?—her “butterball.” For good measure she also relayed the message to Semath, knowing the green would ensure the message was delivered.
Surprising herself with her own patience, the gold answered the dragonet’s many questions. No, they do not hurt, little one. They do make it difficult to get comfortable though, and I will be glad to have them on the sands soon. They still sleep for now—they don’t yet have your energy, Iliyith teased Cirith as the dragonet played a bit more, bored almost instantly with sitting still.
