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!
02.Mar.12, 03:47 AM
"Nope!" Indivara chirped, daftly sewing a patch onto the pair of pants with swift, sure movements before she tossed them casually to one side and jerked a shirt out of the pile. Examining it, she made quick work of uprooting a new piece of matching fabric and some cotton that wouldn't stand out too terribly against the marred and obviously well worn shirt. "Which is what makes Grith so amazing! She loves it and you don't have to be good at art!" Indivara waved such a silly concern aside with a shake of her head as she used her upper arm to push her long and very untamed hair out of her face. "Kerrin couldn't spell 'dragon' if one sat on him (which Grith would probably do, if she had any concept of the situation) and some of the kids are as likely to colour Rukbat purple as gold!" She giggled gleefully as she made her dig at her friend. Kerrin, of course, was totally deserving of every insult she threw his way and she was pretty sure he'd make a lovely throne for Grith.
"Bathing them is only good if you want to get wet!" Indivara warned, examining the shirt before looking up at Breccan. "Especially Grith, but she, at least, is polite!" Very few dragons were very polite about not getting their washer as wet as they ended up. Winter was always the worse, even at Katila where it was generally warm enough that swimming wasn't completely ill advised. Indivara wasn't a huge fan of water, and bathing wasn't high on her list of dragon care priorities. As a result, there were only a few dragons she would walk away from the opportunity to wash. Larrikith, for example, was a demon in the water and Indivara would rather roast alive on the Hatching Sands than bathe that dragon. Her mother's green was another. As likely to end up drowned as not, going near half the greens in the Weyr and water was inadvisable.
"Oiling is fun, though!" it didn't look as pretty as the paints, but it did make the hide supple and sparkling in a way that only oil could do. Finishing with the shirt, Indivara held it up to make sure before she tossed it, too, aside with the pants and jerked another item from the pile. Her eyebrows arched at the pair of well worn pants with more holes in them than there was actual material left to sew a patch to. "He's joking, right?" She asked of no one in particular, before scrunching them up and tossing them in the opposite corner, almost managing to get them in the bin. "If he wants those fixed he can do it himself." She had no idea whom they belonged to, and didn't care at all.
"She won't fall through," Indivara smirked, seeing the expressions on Talian and Breccan's faces. "Katila was constructed with Grith in mind." She paused, then amended, "Well, Grith and summer storms."
"Bathing them is only good if you want to get wet!" Indivara warned, examining the shirt before looking up at Breccan. "Especially Grith, but she, at least, is polite!" Very few dragons were very polite about not getting their washer as wet as they ended up. Winter was always the worse, even at Katila where it was generally warm enough that swimming wasn't completely ill advised. Indivara wasn't a huge fan of water, and bathing wasn't high on her list of dragon care priorities. As a result, there were only a few dragons she would walk away from the opportunity to wash. Larrikith, for example, was a demon in the water and Indivara would rather roast alive on the Hatching Sands than bathe that dragon. Her mother's green was another. As likely to end up drowned as not, going near half the greens in the Weyr and water was inadvisable.
"Oiling is fun, though!" it didn't look as pretty as the paints, but it did make the hide supple and sparkling in a way that only oil could do. Finishing with the shirt, Indivara held it up to make sure before she tossed it, too, aside with the pants and jerked another item from the pile. Her eyebrows arched at the pair of well worn pants with more holes in them than there was actual material left to sew a patch to. "He's joking, right?" She asked of no one in particular, before scrunching them up and tossing them in the opposite corner, almost managing to get them in the bin. "If he wants those fixed he can do it himself." She had no idea whom they belonged to, and didn't care at all.
"She won't fall through," Indivara smirked, seeing the expressions on Talian and Breccan's faces. "Katila was constructed with Grith in mind." She paused, then amended, "Well, Grith and summer storms."
