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!
22.Jul.13, 05:13 AM
It took a few days for A'liran to gather up the stones to visit Isscer...or, S'cer as he was now called. Ali knew well that the poor kid didn't want to Impress, and now he'd been saddled with not only a green, but a sickly one at that. Ali's first instinct had been to comfort the kid, but something told him that in the midst of all this drama and stress, the best thing he could do was step back and give the new pair a little bit of breathing room.
Besides, Ali wasn't sure that he really wanted to face this ugly little reality. He wasn't exceptionally close to S'cer, not like B'jin was with T'lian or anything like that, but he did consider the younger man a friend, and he did have a lot of sympathy for his situation. He'd wondered if it would be weird to visit too early, or would the kid feel abandoned? Would he do more hurt than good, or by staying away was he denying them some sort of comfort?
What a sharding mess.
Now, after hearing that the dragonhealers were fairly sure that the delicate green would at least survive, Ali finally made his appearance. As he neared the door, he realized he was more anxious than he'd expected to be. No, he didn't dote on the kid in particular, but he thought of him as some sort of kindred spirit. They were on the same side, they were of like mind, and in a way Ali wanted to protect him.
When he was called, he carefully stepped inside. Bastard was perched politely on one shoulder, and Lump was parked irreverently on the other. He squawked and flew his fat ass over to Quelseth, settling in front of her and craning his neck forward to sniff at her. Bastard barked at him, but held still after being shushed by A'liran.
The greenrider offered S'cer a weary, uncertain smile. "How you doing, kid?"
Besides, Ali wasn't sure that he really wanted to face this ugly little reality. He wasn't exceptionally close to S'cer, not like B'jin was with T'lian or anything like that, but he did consider the younger man a friend, and he did have a lot of sympathy for his situation. He'd wondered if it would be weird to visit too early, or would the kid feel abandoned? Would he do more hurt than good, or by staying away was he denying them some sort of comfort?
What a sharding mess.
Now, after hearing that the dragonhealers were fairly sure that the delicate green would at least survive, Ali finally made his appearance. As he neared the door, he realized he was more anxious than he'd expected to be. No, he didn't dote on the kid in particular, but he thought of him as some sort of kindred spirit. They were on the same side, they were of like mind, and in a way Ali wanted to protect him.
When he was called, he carefully stepped inside. Bastard was perched politely on one shoulder, and Lump was parked irreverently on the other. He squawked and flew his fat ass over to Quelseth, settling in front of her and craning his neck forward to sniff at her. Bastard barked at him, but held still after being shushed by A'liran.
The greenrider offered S'cer a weary, uncertain smile. "How you doing, kid?"
