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!
11.May.14, 08:43 PM
Ali remained relaxed, slumped low in the water while his fire lizards bickered around him and Astoreth dozed close by. It didn't take long for her to slip away, though he thought he sensed some fleeting amusement at the girl's compliment. "I guess that's music to Ast's ears," the greenrider said casually, waving one hand at the dragon. "Like a lullaby...good enough to sleep to." Shards if that stupid dragon didn't think she was a princess. Shards if Ali didn't love her for it, too.
"So, you're not just kitchen girl...you're bubbly pie girl," Ali said with a bit of mischief. "Right, Syra. I remember now. Sorry; I'm shitty with names," he said. He rarely bothered, since he met so many people in passing. It was almost impossible not to be at least somewhat familiar with everyone, though. It seemed like all these turns would be enough time for him to learn names, but Ali was easily distracted by his own self-created strife. He made a lot of drama, and drama changed his priorities. Names were hard, but faces? He could remember those.
"So, you're stuck down here, too? I'm guessing you're hoping to stand for a clutch or something, then. I'd be up in Telgar if I had a say in it right now," he murmured. The water was so relaxing, he felt like he could just melt.
Lump crooned and hopped in the water, paddling awkwardly over to Mimic to greet her. The little bronze was easily enticed by females with attitude, but Bastard was far less impressed. He hissed grumpily at Mimic, as if protecting Lump from some sort of perceived treachery. Ali snorted and splashed a bit of water. "Oh, stop it...Come off it, you little pests..." he said halfheartedly. He was too relaxed to get worked up, and he loved the little terrors.
"So, you're not just kitchen girl...you're bubbly pie girl," Ali said with a bit of mischief. "Right, Syra. I remember now. Sorry; I'm shitty with names," he said. He rarely bothered, since he met so many people in passing. It was almost impossible not to be at least somewhat familiar with everyone, though. It seemed like all these turns would be enough time for him to learn names, but Ali was easily distracted by his own self-created strife. He made a lot of drama, and drama changed his priorities. Names were hard, but faces? He could remember those.
"So, you're stuck down here, too? I'm guessing you're hoping to stand for a clutch or something, then. I'd be up in Telgar if I had a say in it right now," he murmured. The water was so relaxing, he felt like he could just melt.
Lump crooned and hopped in the water, paddling awkwardly over to Mimic to greet her. The little bronze was easily enticed by females with attitude, but Bastard was far less impressed. He hissed grumpily at Mimic, as if protecting Lump from some sort of perceived treachery. Ali snorted and splashed a bit of water. "Oh, stop it...Come off it, you little pests..." he said halfheartedly. He was too relaxed to get worked up, and he loved the little terrors.
