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!
21.Aug.13, 12:00 PM
Isscer had never thought about what his daughter looked like; her mother had been dark haired and Isscer didn't remember much beyond that--Flight lust was a very powerful thing. She had come to him once, hand pressed to the belly he could just see beneath her dress, and informed him in a flat voice that he was to be a father; there was no love there, nothing save a sense of duty. He hadn't known what to say at the time, and Isscer doubted he would know what to say to her now save that they could never be a family.
What child wanted to know that their father didn't want them only because he was afraid that he couldn't be a good father? It was better that he kept his distance, and never knew whether Issran had his freckles or his eyes, if she had inherited his perfectionist streak. M'din's faith in him caused a mottled flush to creep up the back of the Farmcrafter's neck, and Isscer shook his head. "No, I don't know. She wouldn't want a Stolen Crafter for a father in any case; better for her to think her father's some random dragonrider and take some pride in that."
Edik, bored with being petted, was watching the tattered piece of shirt with a single-minded purpose. This man had his newest toy, and the brown simply wanted it back! He pounced on the bit of shirt and dug in with his talons, tail flicking in pleasure as he had finally secured it from moving!
What child wanted to know that their father didn't want them only because he was afraid that he couldn't be a good father? It was better that he kept his distance, and never knew whether Issran had his freckles or his eyes, if she had inherited his perfectionist streak. M'din's faith in him caused a mottled flush to creep up the back of the Farmcrafter's neck, and Isscer shook his head. "No, I don't know. She wouldn't want a Stolen Crafter for a father in any case; better for her to think her father's some random dragonrider and take some pride in that."
Edik, bored with being petted, was watching the tattered piece of shirt with a single-minded purpose. This man had his newest toy, and the brown simply wanted it back! He pounced on the bit of shirt and dug in with his talons, tail flicking in pleasure as he had finally secured it from moving!
