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.12, 07:54 PM
Nnone of those people sounded familiar to D'ren, but that didn't mean they weren't around. At the same time, he was a realist. He knew most of Pern's blues, like all dragons, had perished in the plague. The chances of those particular ones being alive was less than good, but one never really knew until they looked.
"Well, do you know their dragons' names?" he asked. A simple enough solution would be having Ronarth so a quick scan for them. He held the door open for Lymsleia and nodded his head towards Ronarth, who was curled neatly outside the window.
Overjoyed, the bronze untangled himself and started to walk closer. He craned his neck forward and pressed his snout against the healer, sniffing her curiously. She smells like spicy plants he observed, sniffing the girl head to toe and crooning in a curious manner. D'ren reached out to scratch the dragon's neck. "Mind your manners Ronarth, remember your size. I won't have you knocking anyone over," he warned. He gave the dragon a push, implying that he should back away.
After some consideration, Ronarth slipped his forked tongue forwards and attempted to lick her face. Thank you! D'ren already feels better. He needs to have someone like you with him all the time! Then he would never have headaches again the dragon crooned.
"Well, do you know their dragons' names?" he asked. A simple enough solution would be having Ronarth so a quick scan for them. He held the door open for Lymsleia and nodded his head towards Ronarth, who was curled neatly outside the window.
Overjoyed, the bronze untangled himself and started to walk closer. He craned his neck forward and pressed his snout against the healer, sniffing her curiously. She smells like spicy plants he observed, sniffing the girl head to toe and crooning in a curious manner. D'ren reached out to scratch the dragon's neck. "Mind your manners Ronarth, remember your size. I won't have you knocking anyone over," he warned. He gave the dragon a push, implying that he should back away.
After some consideration, Ronarth slipped his forked tongue forwards and attempted to lick her face. Thank you! D'ren already feels better. He needs to have someone like you with him all the time! Then he would never have headaches again the dragon crooned.
