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!
05.Dec.12, 07:07 AM
Talian was a miserable thing today. He'd spent the morning with Valerian, seeking comfort from the friend he'd gradually grown closer to, and attended the meeting in the gather square with calculated dread. Talian hated S'kef. He hated D'ren as well, but at least S'kef was a bad person. D'ren was convenient to blame for all the wrongs committed by this place, but Talian wasn't sure he could wish death on anyone, not even his father!
He'd changed clothes at Valerian's place and even tended to his shoulder. When he entered the hallway, the only evidence of his bad night was the slight slump to his left shoulder and the gaunt, sleepless look in his eyes. The healer rounded the corner right as Nejerc knocked, so distracted by putting one foot in front of the other that he didn't notice Nejerc and Aparicus until Fellis, perched preciously on Talian's shoulder, issues a small cheep of concern.
The fire lizard creeled, promptly crawling down the front of Daddy's shirt to avoid a confrontation with the scary visitors. Tal grunted and placed one hand over the quivering lump on his chest and looked up, expression blanking as he saw his fellow candidates.
"...Do you need something?" he asked, exhausted and emotionless. He was still rattled from the night before, not so much from the medical crisis as the dragon's attack on the hall. Talian handled emergencies with grace and thought he'd done well not to piss himself over Ronarth, but waking up to see his name plastered all over wasn't exactly pleasant, either. Talian was no longer inclined to curl up and mope over these sorts of things, but he sharding wanted to hide and rest for a while.
He managed a shallow smile.
He'd changed clothes at Valerian's place and even tended to his shoulder. When he entered the hallway, the only evidence of his bad night was the slight slump to his left shoulder and the gaunt, sleepless look in his eyes. The healer rounded the corner right as Nejerc knocked, so distracted by putting one foot in front of the other that he didn't notice Nejerc and Aparicus until Fellis, perched preciously on Talian's shoulder, issues a small cheep of concern.
The fire lizard creeled, promptly crawling down the front of Daddy's shirt to avoid a confrontation with the scary visitors. Tal grunted and placed one hand over the quivering lump on his chest and looked up, expression blanking as he saw his fellow candidates.
"...Do you need something?" he asked, exhausted and emotionless. He was still rattled from the night before, not so much from the medical crisis as the dragon's attack on the hall. Talian handled emergencies with grace and thought he'd done well not to piss himself over Ronarth, but waking up to see his name plastered all over wasn't exactly pleasant, either. Talian was no longer inclined to curl up and mope over these sorts of things, but he sharding wanted to hide and rest for a while.
He managed a shallow smile.
