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!
18.Mar.13, 10:08 PM
Oahvakeen listened as the man talked about his daughter, still astonished that his newfound friend was a father. He felt a twinge of sadness for the girl that her father wasn't involved in his life, and a twinge of guilt for his own possible fatherhood negligence, not that it could be helped.
Isscer assured him that no harm was meant by thinking about escaping. And thus, a tiny seed of doubtless pleasure had been planted in the young lad's mind. An assurance that he could indeed think, perhaps even plan, about escaping. Surely this seedling would begin to grow at a glacial pace, but grow and grow nonetheless. What other things were okay to think about?
He wanted to talk more, but couldn't find any words to say. He struggled and strangled various parts of his mind, flailing for some topic or other, but by now, his efforts were futile and useless. A silence seemed to have fallen over them, a natural silence, one that all manly men should have been able to fully appreciate. He realized this and gave up, and went back to raking the sand.
As he went to dig in his rake as he normally did, there was an odd clump, one that he couldn't seem to move. He set his rake down and walked over to the spot, eschewing large mounds of dirt out of the way. It was easy to dig, and at last, he found the thing. It was large, and seemed to go deeper. It had a smooth surface and ....
"Fardles."
He slowly put his hand on top of it. Nothing seemed to happen. Whatever was inside it was either dead or not a dragon.
"What would an egg be doing here? Want to come lend me a hand digging this out?"
Isscer assured him that no harm was meant by thinking about escaping. And thus, a tiny seed of doubtless pleasure had been planted in the young lad's mind. An assurance that he could indeed think, perhaps even plan, about escaping. Surely this seedling would begin to grow at a glacial pace, but grow and grow nonetheless. What other things were okay to think about?
He wanted to talk more, but couldn't find any words to say. He struggled and strangled various parts of his mind, flailing for some topic or other, but by now, his efforts were futile and useless. A silence seemed to have fallen over them, a natural silence, one that all manly men should have been able to fully appreciate. He realized this and gave up, and went back to raking the sand.
As he went to dig in his rake as he normally did, there was an odd clump, one that he couldn't seem to move. He set his rake down and walked over to the spot, eschewing large mounds of dirt out of the way. It was easy to dig, and at last, he found the thing. It was large, and seemed to go deeper. It had a smooth surface and ....
"Fardles."
He slowly put his hand on top of it. Nothing seemed to happen. Whatever was inside it was either dead or not a dragon.
"What would an egg be doing here? Want to come lend me a hand digging this out?"
