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.Feb.13, 03:09 PM
The boys were a month old now and had done quite a bit of growing. Jisralna had learned the less desireable habits of her little trio and was working hard to curb them. Of course the added effort to her schedule tended to leave her feeling even more exhausted at the end of the day. It didn't help any that it had been raining for the past four days straight and there was mud everywhere. It also didn't seem to help that Silly and Gambi were bent on driving her insane that morning, nor that her back ached. In fact, almost everything seemed to be bothering the weaver that day so when Silly tackled Gambi and the two clattered into a floor loom that had been tucked into the corner, she snapped.
"Enough!" She shouted--though a Jissy shout was far less booming than say a normal person's shout--and flung her hand out. Silly quickly launched himself into the air and blinked between to avoid any proper scolding while Gambi made a rather pathetic noise as he tried to regain his balance on the looms strings. Storming--which looked a great deal like waddling--over to the loom, she gave her best stern mother look to the meeker of her two browns then carefully extracted him from the loom so as not to damage the work in progress. "If you two don't start behaving like Weaver, you'll be banished from the work room."
Though she was chiding, her voice softened as she clutched the darker brown to her chest and inspected him for any damage. Silly could get a little rough at times but thankfully, Gambi was more than capable of holding his own. All she could find was a superficial scrape so after kissing him on the head, she settled Gambi on the pile of rags where Weaver had watched the entire event. He sounded a cheeky little trill as though to say "nananananana" then settled back to unraveling one of the scraps of cloth, one thread at a time.
Before she could so much as settle her mind much less her body, there was a voice at the door. Turning, Jisralna blinked as she spotted one of the few female greenriders in the door of her little workroom. Curiosity spiked as she noted the basket and then the defferential posture. Confused for a moment she simply stared and then the offer of something cool to drink seemed to sink in and a friendly smile blossomed. "Of course, come in..." She fished for the proper name then thinking she had the right one decided to err on the side of caution; she wasn't exactly well versed in the names of every dragonrider. She did know the names of all the Bronze and Gold riders as well as their respective dragons--not that she knew them all by sight--but unless they were ranking individuals or she knew them, the chromatic riders were a bit more than she could handle. "Greenrider. What can I do for you?"
"Enough!" She shouted--though a Jissy shout was far less booming than say a normal person's shout--and flung her hand out. Silly quickly launched himself into the air and blinked between to avoid any proper scolding while Gambi made a rather pathetic noise as he tried to regain his balance on the looms strings. Storming--which looked a great deal like waddling--over to the loom, she gave her best stern mother look to the meeker of her two browns then carefully extracted him from the loom so as not to damage the work in progress. "If you two don't start behaving like Weaver, you'll be banished from the work room."
Though she was chiding, her voice softened as she clutched the darker brown to her chest and inspected him for any damage. Silly could get a little rough at times but thankfully, Gambi was more than capable of holding his own. All she could find was a superficial scrape so after kissing him on the head, she settled Gambi on the pile of rags where Weaver had watched the entire event. He sounded a cheeky little trill as though to say "nananananana" then settled back to unraveling one of the scraps of cloth, one thread at a time.
Before she could so much as settle her mind much less her body, there was a voice at the door. Turning, Jisralna blinked as she spotted one of the few female greenriders in the door of her little workroom. Curiosity spiked as she noted the basket and then the defferential posture. Confused for a moment she simply stared and then the offer of something cool to drink seemed to sink in and a friendly smile blossomed. "Of course, come in..." She fished for the proper name then thinking she had the right one decided to err on the side of caution; she wasn't exactly well versed in the names of every dragonrider. She did know the names of all the Bronze and Gold riders as well as their respective dragons--not that she knew them all by sight--but unless they were ranking individuals or she knew them, the chromatic riders were a bit more than she could handle. "Greenrider. What can I do for you?"
