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!
24.Nov.12, 07:58 PM
S'kef was initially surprised to see Z'ia, but it didn't last long. He didn't know much about the wily little bluerider except that he sometimes snatched J'ver, and that the two had some sort of strange friendship outside of flight. S'kef didn't much care, and while his initial reaction was one of surprise, he quickly realized that it did indeed make sense. After all, J'ver had promised someone that he trusted. The greenrider had few friends.
The brownrider nodded a greeting. "Hello," he said softly. There was one thing S'kef suspected about the bluerider, but did not know for a fact; he suspected Z'ia was just as two-faced as he was. The bluerider was being civil, though, so S'kef saw no reason not to be civil in return.
"Thank you for coming," he said, tone mellow and betraying a distant hint of enthusiasm. He poured a second glass and pushed it lazily towards Z'ia. Underneath the glass was a neatly folded piece of paper.
"Z'ia, correct?" S'kef asked as he sipped his own glass. He looked over the younger man , appraising him. Z'ia was cute, but a little on the slight side. Sometimes, though, the little ones were the most vicious. In his youth, S'kef often relied on his size and strength to frighten off would-be trouble. He was willing to stoop to very low levels as it was. He could only imagine what he'd have to resort to if he didn't have his size to back him up. Ankle-biters could terrifying and useful.
The brownrider nodded a greeting. "Hello," he said softly. There was one thing S'kef suspected about the bluerider, but did not know for a fact; he suspected Z'ia was just as two-faced as he was. The bluerider was being civil, though, so S'kef saw no reason not to be civil in return.
"Thank you for coming," he said, tone mellow and betraying a distant hint of enthusiasm. He poured a second glass and pushed it lazily towards Z'ia. Underneath the glass was a neatly folded piece of paper.
"Z'ia, correct?" S'kef asked as he sipped his own glass. He looked over the younger man , appraising him. Z'ia was cute, but a little on the slight side. Sometimes, though, the little ones were the most vicious. In his youth, S'kef often relied on his size and strength to frighten off would-be trouble. He was willing to stoop to very low levels as it was. He could only imagine what he'd have to resort to if he didn't have his size to back him up. Ankle-biters could terrifying and useful.
