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!
15.Jul.14, 01:12 PM
Sezmidae squirmed excitedly as the Weyrlingmaster spoke out the rules of engagement, his eyes darting from the enthusiastic greenrider to the waiting clutch and back again. While the gold dragon had been given a cursory glance, Sezmidae really was not very interested in here – for several reasons. First, and most notably of course, was the fact that she was already bonded to someone else. Following swiftly on the heels of that was the fact that she was a gold and they were neither a boy’s dragon, nor were there any gold eggs on the sands (which also meant there was a huge lack of girls in their class, something Sezmidae found intriguing. He had seen a couple of girls walking around with knots on their shoulders, but not nearly as many as the boys!)
A light bounce on the spot was given when L’tai indicated they could go about the Touching, and Sezmidae ducked under the outstretched arms of his teacher to skitter across the hot sands with the other excited youth – easily manouvering around those less enthusiastic about the opportunity presented to them to change their entire life! Sezmidae gave a breathy little squeal that was mostly swallowed behind pursed lips, and regally ignored the rolled eyes he got from a boy enar by. Screw him! This was amazing and Sezmidae had every intention to Impress a dragon, and prove his family wrong and the memory of his mother right. He was amazing, and he was going to do amazing things with his life! And a dragon was so included in that package!
Sezmidae wished his mother were alive to witness the class; he couldn’t stand the heat at Katila (as demonstrated by the wet bandana tied around his head and pushing his curls back off his face) but she would have loved the dragons! He was sure she would have requested to move to the Weyr with him and to between with the rest of their family and their obnoxious opinions about, well, everything!
Wringing his hands together, Sezmidae paused to survey the clutch for a few moments, looking for the egg that would be his first for this Touching – his first ever! – and brown eyes danced with enthusiasm as they finally settled on a small, cream egg that was, over all, fairly unimpressive. It was perfect! Grinning widely, Sezmidae wove through his fellows to approach the egg, glancing around to make sure no one else was after it; he crouched down before the egg and just stared at it for a moment. Well, this was it! Still grinning, he reached out a hand like they had been instructed in the previous class, and laid it flat and gentle across the shell.
Brown eyes widened dramatically, and then closed blissfully as the dragonet within seemed to meet him halfway, with a flurry of enthusiasm that was possibly more enthusiastic than that which Sezmidae was displaying. The boy quivered delightedly as the dragonet played and frolicked through the sweet memories he had of his mother, bringing up every small promise his mother had ever made, and then finding the memory where it had been followed through on; and finally it settled on Sezmidae’s promise to be something, to be someone his mother could be proud of, and the dragonet paused and examined the memory. Sezmidae’s eyes opened slowly, and a frown was etched between his eyes.
The dragonet hadn’t said anything, or even really hinted at any such thing, but Sezmidae was overwhelmed with the impression of a question that had him squishing his lips together and considering the egg thoughtfully. Wouldn’t his mother already be proud of him? Hadn’t she been, before her death? Sezmidae suddenly grinned, and gave the egg a little pat and stood up fluidly, still grinning from ear to ear as he stared down at the egg. “You’re totally right, little eggie. She is!” Still beaming happily, Sezmidae stepped by the egg, tossing it a last look over his shoulder, before surveying what else was available.
Promise egg
Sezmidae's profile is still a WIP
A light bounce on the spot was given when L’tai indicated they could go about the Touching, and Sezmidae ducked under the outstretched arms of his teacher to skitter across the hot sands with the other excited youth – easily manouvering around those less enthusiastic about the opportunity presented to them to change their entire life! Sezmidae gave a breathy little squeal that was mostly swallowed behind pursed lips, and regally ignored the rolled eyes he got from a boy enar by. Screw him! This was amazing and Sezmidae had every intention to Impress a dragon, and prove his family wrong and the memory of his mother right. He was amazing, and he was going to do amazing things with his life! And a dragon was so included in that package!
Sezmidae wished his mother were alive to witness the class; he couldn’t stand the heat at Katila (as demonstrated by the wet bandana tied around his head and pushing his curls back off his face) but she would have loved the dragons! He was sure she would have requested to move to the Weyr with him and to between with the rest of their family and their obnoxious opinions about, well, everything!
Wringing his hands together, Sezmidae paused to survey the clutch for a few moments, looking for the egg that would be his first for this Touching – his first ever! – and brown eyes danced with enthusiasm as they finally settled on a small, cream egg that was, over all, fairly unimpressive. It was perfect! Grinning widely, Sezmidae wove through his fellows to approach the egg, glancing around to make sure no one else was after it; he crouched down before the egg and just stared at it for a moment. Well, this was it! Still grinning, he reached out a hand like they had been instructed in the previous class, and laid it flat and gentle across the shell.
Brown eyes widened dramatically, and then closed blissfully as the dragonet within seemed to meet him halfway, with a flurry of enthusiasm that was possibly more enthusiastic than that which Sezmidae was displaying. The boy quivered delightedly as the dragonet played and frolicked through the sweet memories he had of his mother, bringing up every small promise his mother had ever made, and then finding the memory where it had been followed through on; and finally it settled on Sezmidae’s promise to be something, to be someone his mother could be proud of, and the dragonet paused and examined the memory. Sezmidae’s eyes opened slowly, and a frown was etched between his eyes.
The dragonet hadn’t said anything, or even really hinted at any such thing, but Sezmidae was overwhelmed with the impression of a question that had him squishing his lips together and considering the egg thoughtfully. Wouldn’t his mother already be proud of him? Hadn’t she been, before her death? Sezmidae suddenly grinned, and gave the egg a little pat and stood up fluidly, still grinning from ear to ear as he stared down at the egg. “You’re totally right, little eggie. She is!” Still beaming happily, Sezmidae stepped by the egg, tossing it a last look over his shoulder, before surveying what else was available.
Promise egg
Sezmidae's profile is still a WIP
