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!
21.Jan.14, 02:05 AM
R’nya’s expression lightened slightly at Rhaedalyn’s teasing, and he shook his head slightly at the girl. Pale eyes shifted to look at Aradissicath as the gold dragon did an odd wobbly-strut across the sands that was more than a little amusing. Xyreith snorted behind them and stood up, waiting impatiently for the two humans to follow the ambling gold. “I am fine,” R’nya murmured in reply, blinking at Rhaedalyn; true he had a nasty case of concussion, but he was technically fine! Sighing in a puff that spoke of both amusement and frustration, R’nya quietly stepped up beside Rhaedalyn, unlinking their hands so he could wrap his arm gently around her waist. It was, after all, a much more secure way to travel than holding the woman’s hand! If he tripped, he’d drag her down too that way.
Xyreith snorted again, deeply amused by the way in which R’nya was explaining his own actions to himself as he stumbled lightly along. The bronze kept a wary eye on the pair, ready to reach out and nab either of them rather than risk them face planting in the mud due to a wrong step. R’nya would clearly be the most likely victim, but he would not put it past Rhaedalyn’s lack of grace to decide she wanted to go splat, either. He was not even going to try to pretend to rescue Aradissicath, though! Her egg heavy body would probably crush him – something he had no intention of actually telling the gold, that was for sure!
The majority got out, but the Healer Hall is gone, Xyreith spoke quietly to R’nya as he nosed both humans gently in the other direction. They are in the Craft Hall. Go. He nosed them again. He would get R’nya, Rhaedalyn and Aradissicath to the other side of the Weyr and his rider in the safe hands of a Healer, before finding his wingleader and assisting what looked like a flurry of desperate rescue. Dragon eyes in the horrible colours of fear, pain and desperation coloured the night sky like a rainbow of terrifying stars.
Xyreith snorted again, deeply amused by the way in which R’nya was explaining his own actions to himself as he stumbled lightly along. The bronze kept a wary eye on the pair, ready to reach out and nab either of them rather than risk them face planting in the mud due to a wrong step. R’nya would clearly be the most likely victim, but he would not put it past Rhaedalyn’s lack of grace to decide she wanted to go splat, either. He was not even going to try to pretend to rescue Aradissicath, though! Her egg heavy body would probably crush him – something he had no intention of actually telling the gold, that was for sure!
