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!
10.Apr.13, 07:23 PM
There was a sense of satisfaction that Isscer gained as he helped Oahvakeen wriggle the egg out of the sand. He enjoyed working with his hands, and wouldn't have become a Farmcrafter if he hadn't enjoyed doing work--the entire harvest season was spent fretting over crops, trying to make sure that they all survived whatever horrible weather that blew up on the Southern Continent.
He almost smiled in triumph as the egg was finally rolled onto the sand, but bit the inside of his cheek to prevent it. It was silly to be so excited over a dud egg that was assuredly dead; nevertheless, one corner of his mouth twitched up as he tried to smile anyway. "It's probably dead," Isscer agreed, ever practical, not caring to speculate as to why the egg was buried--if it was buried, it obviously wasn't worth keeping.
"I'd rather not," he said, face incredulous--why would he of all people want to keep a dragon egg--but the laugh, when it came, was sudden. It was a surprised, albeit genuine, laugh that seemed to come all the way from his toes as he laughed at the other Crafter's joke. "You're the strangest man I've ever met, Oahvakeen!"
Shaking his head in amused exasperation, a smile on his face, Isscer left the egg where it laid. "Come on, we had better get going or it'll be midday and we'll be baking in the sun." Isscer had no desire to bake alive during the hottest part of the day, and they were wasting time gawking over a dud egg. "I'll race you, eh?"
He almost smiled in triumph as the egg was finally rolled onto the sand, but bit the inside of his cheek to prevent it. It was silly to be so excited over a dud egg that was assuredly dead; nevertheless, one corner of his mouth twitched up as he tried to smile anyway. "It's probably dead," Isscer agreed, ever practical, not caring to speculate as to why the egg was buried--if it was buried, it obviously wasn't worth keeping.
"I'd rather not," he said, face incredulous--why would he of all people want to keep a dragon egg--but the laugh, when it came, was sudden. It was a surprised, albeit genuine, laugh that seemed to come all the way from his toes as he laughed at the other Crafter's joke. "You're the strangest man I've ever met, Oahvakeen!"
Shaking his head in amused exasperation, a smile on his face, Isscer left the egg where it laid. "Come on, we had better get going or it'll be midday and we'll be baking in the sun." Isscer had no desire to bake alive during the hottest part of the day, and they were wasting time gawking over a dud egg. "I'll race you, eh?"
