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!
01.Sep.13, 08:17 PM
Z'jan smiled at the invitation to join her. Invitations were the best. Not only did he not have to eat alone, but now he didn't have to find someone else to eat with either. Not that he would have. He'd never let a lack of an invitation stop him from crashing a party.
Even if it was a party of one.
"Great. But only if you join me, first," Z'jan grinned. It was a goofy, cheesy expression. Subtle jokes had never been his forte. Luckily, he wasn't the type to wait for acknowledgement. At her cue, he filled his own tray with food, stacking mashed tubers on top of meat pies on top of steamed vegetables... that'll show Ghalath he wasn't eating.
"Aeldan," he considered, with a look of mild suprise "I like that name..." though he didn't seem to know why. After another helping of food, it seemed to occur to him "No vowel at the end. It seems parents are always tacking vowels onto the ends of girl's names." His expression was so candid, his face such an open book, that one could see him mentally running through the names of any female he could recall...
...and then he got distracted. Bubbly pies! Little ones, and a little burned on top, but he wasn't about to complain. He filled the remaining space on his tray with their sweet, syrupy goodness....
Oh, right, names. "If I ever have a girl, I hope her mother names her Ghorn or Billet or something. You know, just to mix things up." Well, maybe not Ghorn... He walked with Aeldan towards a nearby table, setting his tray down but not sitting himself. Instead, he sort of kneeled on the bench, as though ready to jump up and fight thread at any moment.
"Deny me? Who can deny me?" Devilish grin, quickly melting into a 'I'm trying not to smile for real' face. "Well, not necessarily. But her wings are short. Not super short, but short enough that take off and landing are a real bitch. Adding me doesn't help. At least she think so. Personally, I think it's all in her head. She's hardly the smallest green out there. What about your dr---"
focus Z'jan
"--your, uh, lifestyle?"
...really? To cover his awkwardness, Z'jan stuffed a bubbly pie into his mouth. But it was hot. Very hot. His pained expression really didn't help his image.
Even if it was a party of one.
"Great. But only if you join me, first," Z'jan grinned. It was a goofy, cheesy expression. Subtle jokes had never been his forte. Luckily, he wasn't the type to wait for acknowledgement. At her cue, he filled his own tray with food, stacking mashed tubers on top of meat pies on top of steamed vegetables... that'll show Ghalath he wasn't eating.
"Aeldan," he considered, with a look of mild suprise "I like that name..." though he didn't seem to know why. After another helping of food, it seemed to occur to him "No vowel at the end. It seems parents are always tacking vowels onto the ends of girl's names." His expression was so candid, his face such an open book, that one could see him mentally running through the names of any female he could recall...
...and then he got distracted. Bubbly pies! Little ones, and a little burned on top, but he wasn't about to complain. He filled the remaining space on his tray with their sweet, syrupy goodness....
Oh, right, names. "If I ever have a girl, I hope her mother names her Ghorn or Billet or something. You know, just to mix things up." Well, maybe not Ghorn... He walked with Aeldan towards a nearby table, setting his tray down but not sitting himself. Instead, he sort of kneeled on the bench, as though ready to jump up and fight thread at any moment.
"Deny me? Who can deny me?" Devilish grin, quickly melting into a 'I'm trying not to smile for real' face. "Well, not necessarily. But her wings are short. Not super short, but short enough that take off and landing are a real bitch. Adding me doesn't help. At least she think so. Personally, I think it's all in her head. She's hardly the smallest green out there. What about your dr---"
focus Z'jan
"--your, uh, lifestyle?"
...really? To cover his awkwardness, Z'jan stuffed a bubbly pie into his mouth. But it was hot. Very hot. His pained expression really didn't help his image.
