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!
12.Dec.12, 07:12 AM
Watching Talian set into working he didn't even blink when Talian rambled and then stopped and stared at him. The stare broken when the firelizard attempted to hide. When that shook Talian out of staring Nejerc dropped his gaze to the supplies the healer was reaching through. At Talian's mention of Fellis, and the cheep of the fire lizard the composure that Nejerc had held on slipped like a thread suddenly snapping. He tilted his head back and laughed the sound loud and uncontrolled even as he used a hand on Ronarth's side to keep from falling over even as his other hand wrapped around him to his side. He was useless for several minutes of laughter.
Breathing through his nose a moment attempting to calm himself despite his continuing softer chuckles he soothed Ronarth with another scratch to the chin. “It will be alright.” He said in a deep tender voice for the dragon to understand. Turning back he saw the healer pull out a bundle of redwort.
Comparing the size of the bundle to the size of Ronarth. He doubted that was enough, taking in the size of the wound and the bundle again he rose an eyebrow. “Hmm, I'm no healer, but I don't think that's going to be enough for Ronarth. He's thee mighty bronze after all.” He teased the dragon letting his gaze move to the dragon as he emphasized the mighty part. He'd taken to calling Ronarth mighty since their first encounter and he would likely never stop, the dragon had enjoyed it the first time. That was all the permission Nejerc had needed on the subject.
Breathing through his nose a moment attempting to calm himself despite his continuing softer chuckles he soothed Ronarth with another scratch to the chin. “It will be alright.” He said in a deep tender voice for the dragon to understand. Turning back he saw the healer pull out a bundle of redwort.
Comparing the size of the bundle to the size of Ronarth. He doubted that was enough, taking in the size of the wound and the bundle again he rose an eyebrow. “Hmm, I'm no healer, but I don't think that's going to be enough for Ronarth. He's thee mighty bronze after all.” He teased the dragon letting his gaze move to the dragon as he emphasized the mighty part. He'd taken to calling Ronarth mighty since their first encounter and he would likely never stop, the dragon had enjoyed it the first time. That was all the permission Nejerc had needed on the subject.
