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!
07.Jul.13, 11:20 AM
M'din nodded at J'di's warning, anxious as ever under her even half-hearted scrutiny. After all, her attention was diverted more to the Candidates and eggs than the fumbling Assistant at her side, but the bluerider's mere presence kept him on his toes. As far as making wagers against the practiced Weyrlingmaster's bets, even M'din wasn't stupid enough to try. He nodded again (ignoring his wine-induced heachache), adding with a smile and glance to the clutchmothers, "I hope they'll all be good, healthy babies. Their mothers seem well."
Armath grumbled at his rider's reduction of the golds' beauty, claiming as usual that nothing on Pern was more delightful to the eyes than the shining hide of a clutching female dragon. He was a touch obsessive in their defense, brown tail flicking irritably from his place on a nearby rooftop.
As more Candidates filed in, looking every bit as pained and hungover as he was, M'din's face lit up when Peorray arrived on the Sands. He understood her lack of acknowledgement, the Hatching was far more important than stolen morning kisses, but he cleared his throat sadly as she turned to face Krypth's clutch. We can kiss all we want later, when no one is around, he chided himself. Hours rolled by, and M'din's reverie was broken by a crack of thunder and a rolling gasp through the crowd. He stood to get a better look, clutching his scroll and quill in one hand, and shielding his gaze from the sun with the other.
A gold, Armath whispered reverently, eyes intently focused on the quivering, frightened dragonet on the Sands. A wave of intense protectiveness swept from the brown to his bonded, and M'din knew without hearing it that Armath was growling from deep in his throat. And suddenly, to the brownpair's utter delight and shock, the terrified gold barreled into Peorray and hid beneath her robe.
Several things happened at once: Armath bugled joyfully from the rooftop, immensely pleased that the baby had not betweened and even more ecstatic that a Candidate as deserving as Peorray had Impressed her, M'din wrote a note of his new Weyrmate's bond on his scroll, and promptly burst into big, slobbering tears. He wept happily, proud beyond belief that someone he cared for so deeply could finally have her heart's desire (at twenty-three turns, no less!) Wiping away his tears, M'din suddenly realized that Peorray was now twenty-four, and that her little gold had Impressed her on her nameday. His sobbing resumed more forcefully as he considered the sweentness of it all, and even a tough nut like J'di couldn't shame him into stopping.
Armath grumbled at his rider's reduction of the golds' beauty, claiming as usual that nothing on Pern was more delightful to the eyes than the shining hide of a clutching female dragon. He was a touch obsessive in their defense, brown tail flicking irritably from his place on a nearby rooftop.
As more Candidates filed in, looking every bit as pained and hungover as he was, M'din's face lit up when Peorray arrived on the Sands. He understood her lack of acknowledgement, the Hatching was far more important than stolen morning kisses, but he cleared his throat sadly as she turned to face Krypth's clutch. We can kiss all we want later, when no one is around, he chided himself. Hours rolled by, and M'din's reverie was broken by a crack of thunder and a rolling gasp through the crowd. He stood to get a better look, clutching his scroll and quill in one hand, and shielding his gaze from the sun with the other.
Several things happened at once: Armath bugled joyfully from the rooftop, immensely pleased that the baby had not betweened and even more ecstatic that a Candidate as deserving as Peorray had Impressed her, M'din wrote a note of his new Weyrmate's bond on his scroll, and promptly burst into big, slobbering tears. He wept happily, proud beyond belief that someone he cared for so deeply could finally have her heart's desire (at twenty-three turns, no less!) Wiping away his tears, M'din suddenly realized that Peorray was now twenty-four, and that her little gold had Impressed her on her nameday. His sobbing resumed more forcefully as he considered the sweentness of it all, and even a tough nut like J'di couldn't shame him into stopping.
