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!
24.Jul.13, 08:21 PM
Quenym laughed at their antics. "Seems they are, and I don't mind sharing! W are just as messy, so maybe this is a sign that we all need bath time at the river. Though we will have to be careful. Last time I went this late there were a few lovers there, and it was kinda gross." He scrunched up his face. He understood that adults chased each other, but still wasn't quite sure of why... Though... He glanced at Casa. He hadn't exactly minded seeing her when she had changed for the Hatching feast.
Lady decided on taking the berries straight from Quenym's bit of cake, while Sassy decided that the frosting looked like fun times. He snorted as the rest of it ended up decimat between his two flits. "It was really good while it lasted. Even the flits like it! Did you bake it yourself, or did you snitch it?" He was curious, especially considering how his recent adventures in cooking had gone. "I might learn to do a cake next - I learned how to bake a meat pie last month!"
"Any case, this is a great birthday. Thank you. I really mean it. Sincerely, your wingleader!" Quenym emphasized, not letting Casa's slip of the tongue bother him. She would get it right eventually. His flits, content with having eaten and messed up their fill, crawled back up his tunic to sit on his shoulders, leaving streaks of crumbs and frosting in their wake. "Man. And I had bothered to put a clean one on this morning. Guess it's a good thing it got mussed this afternoon," Quenym begrudged the greens.
Lady decided on taking the berries straight from Quenym's bit of cake, while Sassy decided that the frosting looked like fun times. He snorted as the rest of it ended up decimat between his two flits. "It was really good while it lasted. Even the flits like it! Did you bake it yourself, or did you snitch it?" He was curious, especially considering how his recent adventures in cooking had gone. "I might learn to do a cake next - I learned how to bake a meat pie last month!"
"Any case, this is a great birthday. Thank you. I really mean it. Sincerely, your wingleader!" Quenym emphasized, not letting Casa's slip of the tongue bother him. She would get it right eventually. His flits, content with having eaten and messed up their fill, crawled back up his tunic to sit on his shoulders, leaving streaks of crumbs and frosting in their wake. "Man. And I had bothered to put a clean one on this morning. Guess it's a good thing it got mussed this afternoon," Quenym begrudged the greens.
