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!
06.May.15, 03:28 AM
T’ryn laughed at the banter between his friend and the other large bronze. Rhezalth was much like Syrendryth with the way they believed themselves to always be right and no one – save for the rider’s – else’s opinions mattered. How he and N’mor ended up with such handfuls was beyond him but T’ryn was glad that they did. They were impressive bronzes both in size and personality outside of the arrogance. T’ryn could definitely see them both leading wings and maybe even a Weyr for N’mor one day.
“Of course I don’t mind. It benefits the bottomless pit I’m bonded to and I’ll know for sure the straps are made properly with my help instead of some other random person.” T’ryn smirked, letting a little bit of his own arrogance show through. He knew there were people far more skilled than he was in the art of strap making but at least he’d have the peace of mind to know what had been used and how when it came to N’mor’s special straps and know that it might have taken them longer to complete, but it was done right.
At the teasing of baby-sitting, T’ryn scrunched up his nose and shook his head. “Ew, no. I don’t mind helping mom when she needs it but it doesn’t rank that high on the list of things I want to do with my free time. Although,” he patted Syrendryth on the nose and went over to inspect the straps, picking up a piece that looked particularly worn from getting to be too tight on the large beast. “Putting up with our dragons is sometimes like baby-sitting and often more work than dealing with the crying kids.” A look was given to Rhezalth to see his reaction as T’ryn set the strap back down.
“Of course I don’t mind. It benefits the bottomless pit I’m bonded to and I’ll know for sure the straps are made properly with my help instead of some other random person.” T’ryn smirked, letting a little bit of his own arrogance show through. He knew there were people far more skilled than he was in the art of strap making but at least he’d have the peace of mind to know what had been used and how when it came to N’mor’s special straps and know that it might have taken them longer to complete, but it was done right.
At the teasing of baby-sitting, T’ryn scrunched up his nose and shook his head. “Ew, no. I don’t mind helping mom when she needs it but it doesn’t rank that high on the list of things I want to do with my free time. Although,” he patted Syrendryth on the nose and went over to inspect the straps, picking up a piece that looked particularly worn from getting to be too tight on the large beast. “Putting up with our dragons is sometimes like baby-sitting and often more work than dealing with the crying kids.” A look was given to Rhezalth to see his reaction as T’ryn set the strap back down.
