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!
25.Jul.13, 01:56 PM
Apari considered that option as she continued to look around. Hearing the young woman mention shells, Aparicus took a few steps closer to look at what she had found. Always mindful of her distance, she knelt just out of arms length as she watched her gather the shells. She wasn’t exactly sure what the woman planned to do with them, but they were pretty and Apari was certain the girl was resourceful.
“I’m not sure he’s within hearing.” She said softly. She’d honestly never had to call for Cinnamon if she wasn’t scolding him for acting out toward someone. He came and went as he pleased, but more often than not he was with her. He seemed to always be there if she ever needed him to fetch something so she never found a reason to practice calling him. It came naturally when they could see each other.
Standing back up, she looked out toward the tall grass of the field she had been in and decided she’d try it. It was almost unnerving that she’d realized he wasn’t around and now the flighty woman was getting nervious. “Cinnamon?” she called out, cupping her hands around her mouth to project further, though she certainly didn’t call out as loud as she could – she was mindful of the woman nearby.
“I’m not sure he’s within hearing.” She said softly. She’d honestly never had to call for Cinnamon if she wasn’t scolding him for acting out toward someone. He came and went as he pleased, but more often than not he was with her. He seemed to always be there if she ever needed him to fetch something so she never found a reason to practice calling him. It came naturally when they could see each other.
Standing back up, she looked out toward the tall grass of the field she had been in and decided she’d try it. It was almost unnerving that she’d realized he wasn’t around and now the flighty woman was getting nervious. “Cinnamon?” she called out, cupping her hands around her mouth to project further, though she certainly didn’t call out as loud as she could – she was mindful of the woman nearby.
