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!
03.Aug.20, 03:50 AM
Quinvalis gave the pair a puzzled look, though neither would have seen it. Why would Cazan need a horse to be carried? Maybe that was how they were measuring weight and size in her class. Seemed a bit weird to him but what did he know? He wasn't the dragonrider or taking the classes so maybe it made sense with more context. But he did understand the desire to have a dragon stop growing. Not personally, but he'd seen enough people struggle with the size adjustment and simply gawked at the size of some of the adult dragons roaming around. "I'll be happy to help out any time I'm free," he offered, having heard a hint of relief in Cazan's statement of the oiling task moving along quicker than usual.
"I'm glad that the pain seems to have mostly passed," he smiled as Malvayth turned her eye to him. He hadn't considered the pain in the wing joints but the swimming made sense. It would help build up strength when they flapped but also be a cooling relief for any aches that day. "I think I'm finally done growing. My mom said my dad was a bit under average in height and I'm at the age where humans usually stop growing so this is pretty much what I'm stuck with." His mom still looked younger than she was and he had apparently inherited that as well. One day he hoped to lose some of the youthfulness clinging to him but he also had a feeling he wouldn't be that lucky.
"I do know some stories," Quinvalis took a moment to consider how many or how well he knew some as he oiled up his rag again. "I've heard many from Rhaedalyn and even Aradissicath. Aradissicath mostly tells them to young dragons but she sometimes lets some humans in on the fun and I take R'nya and Rhaedalyn's daughters to those. I wouldn't call myself an amazing storyteller so you might be disappointed if you ask me for one, though I'd do my best."
"I'm glad that the pain seems to have mostly passed," he smiled as Malvayth turned her eye to him. He hadn't considered the pain in the wing joints but the swimming made sense. It would help build up strength when they flapped but also be a cooling relief for any aches that day. "I think I'm finally done growing. My mom said my dad was a bit under average in height and I'm at the age where humans usually stop growing so this is pretty much what I'm stuck with." His mom still looked younger than she was and he had apparently inherited that as well. One day he hoped to lose some of the youthfulness clinging to him but he also had a feeling he wouldn't be that lucky.
"I do know some stories," Quinvalis took a moment to consider how many or how well he knew some as he oiled up his rag again. "I've heard many from Rhaedalyn and even Aradissicath. Aradissicath mostly tells them to young dragons but she sometimes lets some humans in on the fun and I take R'nya and Rhaedalyn's daughters to those. I wouldn't call myself an amazing storyteller so you might be disappointed if you ask me for one, though I'd do my best."
