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!
09.Jul.13, 10:42 PM
Quenym was no liar. He was going to search for the Bestest Best Get-Well Giftthat Flora had ever seen! She deserved it for having gone through a Hatching win tout getting a dragon, and getting mauled in the process. That was a darned shame, and only another reason for the reluctant Northerners to not want a dragon themselves. Sharding wherrybrains. Didn't know a good thing when they saw it.
The only problem he had was that he didn't know what the Bestest Present could be. He didn't have anything particularly special in his room, or anywhere in th Weyr for that matter, so it was up to him to go out and find it. Go exploring! An adventure! He could do that no problem whatsoever, it was his favorite thing to do. So he made a start out late in the morning, knowing he wouldn't be missed for chores because of the Hatching, and made his way with a satchel of meat rolls, stuff for a snare, a belt knife, and anything else he might need to get something amazing. That anything else consisted of some bandages and a cloth in case it needed to be held and kept safe.
What else could he possibly need? Quenym marched off into the wilds, leaving small piles of rocks among the trees to mark his way, notching the trees to make double sure of it. Little tricks he had thought of as he had gotten lost, repeatedly, in the forest.
Maybe a super-special wherry? If he could find one with really interesting feathers, then it would be nice. Or some really pretty flowers! Maybe he could make something with them, an interesting.... Something... To put in her room. Maybe if he got really really lucky he would find some firelizards eggs! It would be the best gift ever... Except he would probably keep it for himself, thinking on it.
Lost in his thoughts, Quemyn tripped over a rock and slipped down a hill, losing his breath in the fall. He felt himself tumbling over and over, hitting something large and warm and loud - that noise it made was pretty loud - on th way down. He wondered what it was as he finally came to a stop on his back, looking up at the sky.
The only problem he had was that he didn't know what the Bestest Present could be. He didn't have anything particularly special in his room, or anywhere in th Weyr for that matter, so it was up to him to go out and find it. Go exploring! An adventure! He could do that no problem whatsoever, it was his favorite thing to do. So he made a start out late in the morning, knowing he wouldn't be missed for chores because of the Hatching, and made his way with a satchel of meat rolls, stuff for a snare, a belt knife, and anything else he might need to get something amazing. That anything else consisted of some bandages and a cloth in case it needed to be held and kept safe.
What else could he possibly need? Quenym marched off into the wilds, leaving small piles of rocks among the trees to mark his way, notching the trees to make double sure of it. Little tricks he had thought of as he had gotten lost, repeatedly, in the forest.
Maybe a super-special wherry? If he could find one with really interesting feathers, then it would be nice. Or some really pretty flowers! Maybe he could make something with them, an interesting.... Something... To put in her room. Maybe if he got really really lucky he would find some firelizards eggs! It would be the best gift ever... Except he would probably keep it for himself, thinking on it.
Lost in his thoughts, Quemyn tripped over a rock and slipped down a hill, losing his breath in the fall. He felt himself tumbling over and over, hitting something large and warm and loud - that noise it made was pretty loud - on th way down. He wondered what it was as he finally came to a stop on his back, looking up at the sky.
