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.Aug.12, 08:31 AM
Grith had been painted today and was yet to be washed. Since it was afternoon and starting to warm up after the muggy winter she was enjoying the warmth in a solo flight. Today she was splattered and thickly coated in pinks, purples and blues. She could have passed for an outlandish Blue if it wasn't for her tiny and easily identifiable size! As the time passed the heat sapped slowly out of the air.
'Are you going to come down for a wash? The weyrbrats are pestering me.' Par'a sent to Grith, peeking through her eyes to see where the Green was. She was sweeping in circles near the mountains.
I don't want to stop flying! Grith protested. Par'a withdrew with a mental shrug, telling the weyrbrats that no, they couldn't wash Grith but they could do so in the morning. And re-paint her. They were overjoyed with this proposal, which in turn pleased Par'a and sent warm fuzzy emotions buzzing between woman and dragon.
She continued to circle about for a while, putting in spins and spirals to liven things up. Eventually she ended up skimming low across the mountain's surface, brushing quite close to where the Weyr's buildings were nestled into the rocks. Her eyes whisked across the ground, it never changed but she always forgot so it was like scoping an entirely new place each time. This time, something actually was different. A hole that she had seen several times now had an occupant; a young weyrbrat.
Confused she spun on her wingtip and looked down, making sure she wasn't seeing things. Confirming that there definitely was a young boy sitting in the hole she angled herself down to land several feet away from it. Walking over she craned her head in over the edge of the hole.
Why are you sitting in there? She asked Bordtai curiously. There was a very small flicker of recognition in her mind as she studied the boy. It wasn't that he was one of the weyrbrats that always painted her and she was on close terms with like Indivara or Kerrin, but that he never participated in the communal weyrbrat activity of painting her. She shook her body vigorously before settling down at the edge of the hole.
I don't think that looks fun. She commented. Was this some new fad or game the weyrbrats were playing now? For a severely forgetful dragon, Grith was rather up to date with the weyrbrats... If only because they were happy to tell her everything all over again every single day.
'Are you going to come down for a wash? The weyrbrats are pestering me.' Par'a sent to Grith, peeking through her eyes to see where the Green was. She was sweeping in circles near the mountains.
I don't want to stop flying! Grith protested. Par'a withdrew with a mental shrug, telling the weyrbrats that no, they couldn't wash Grith but they could do so in the morning. And re-paint her. They were overjoyed with this proposal, which in turn pleased Par'a and sent warm fuzzy emotions buzzing between woman and dragon.
She continued to circle about for a while, putting in spins and spirals to liven things up. Eventually she ended up skimming low across the mountain's surface, brushing quite close to where the Weyr's buildings were nestled into the rocks. Her eyes whisked across the ground, it never changed but she always forgot so it was like scoping an entirely new place each time. This time, something actually was different. A hole that she had seen several times now had an occupant; a young weyrbrat.
Confused she spun on her wingtip and looked down, making sure she wasn't seeing things. Confirming that there definitely was a young boy sitting in the hole she angled herself down to land several feet away from it. Walking over she craned her head in over the edge of the hole.
Why are you sitting in there? She asked Bordtai curiously. There was a very small flicker of recognition in her mind as she studied the boy. It wasn't that he was one of the weyrbrats that always painted her and she was on close terms with like Indivara or Kerrin, but that he never participated in the communal weyrbrat activity of painting her. She shook her body vigorously before settling down at the edge of the hole.
I don't think that looks fun. She commented. Was this some new fad or game the weyrbrats were playing now? For a severely forgetful dragon, Grith was rather up to date with the weyrbrats... If only because they were happy to tell her everything all over again every single day.
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