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!
29.Mar.12, 09:36 AM
Indivara flung herself into Jada's open arms, fingers twining in the woman's shirt as the girl curled herself up in Jada's lap and buried her face delicately. The stitches were uncomfortable, as wounds objected to Indivara's rough treatment of herself over the course of the day and not enough numbweed. Her lips were swelling once more, from too much speaking and the lines under her left eye were itching, irritated by the tears she shed without thought or concern. The girl had come so very close to losing an eye. Oh, how horrible she'd have looked then! The girl's breath caught in a half sob, half laugh as she choked, startled by Krypth's unexpected input.
"K-kay," Indivara spluttered, pressing tightly against Jada even as she shifted her small body so she could better cuddle the woman and see the little gold creature she had been chosen by. Fingers, unusually clean for a child so often covered in mud and dirt, danced delicately over Indivara's face. As she wiped at tears with trembling finger tips, Indivara's eyes were wary as she attempted to remove water without upsetting stitches or poking at the bruises that littered her face. The sickly colours were still setting in, over looked in favour of the shocking array of carefully applied knots of sinew that Talian had used to tie her face back together.
The young Katilan gave a very indelicate sniff, flinching unconscious when the motion of that, too, tugged at her stitches and she ran a delicate touch over the main line, from above her right eye to where it ended on her left cheek. As her fingers fell away, Indivara tucked her head under Jada's chin and turned her vivid blue eyes upon Krypth, looking at the little queen with curiosity. Quirky comments rested just behind her teeth, unable to be expressed and appreciated, and Indivara sighed softly. She needed a little beastie of her own simply so she could talk! Her eyes lit up suddenly with cheeky mischief and she focused that gaze solidly on the little dragonet.
Wherry! she thought with mischievous delight. Imagining whole herds of them, she painted them wild and completely unrealistic colours and stared harder at Krypth, begging the little dragonet to read her thoughts. Indivara knew she could bespeak her mother's dragon, and some like Grith would occasionally pay enough attention to hear her thoughts. She'd never tried mind-speaking with a dragonet, and was more amused by the idea of purple wherries than anything else. Mind-speaking was something that took ages to learn, from what she understood; but then, what did she know? She was just a mauled little Weyrbrat, who was barred from the next Clutch - whenever that was going to be!
Indivara's wicked amusement was chased away by that thought, and she cuddled closer to Jada with a depressed noise of discontent. She would Impress! The Weyrleaders could go jump between if they thought barring her from the sands would prevent her. Blue eyes hardening with determination, Indivara harrumphed and tugged up the edge of Jada's bedfurs, tossing it across herself and tucking it under the young goldrider's thighs.
"K-kay," Indivara spluttered, pressing tightly against Jada even as she shifted her small body so she could better cuddle the woman and see the little gold creature she had been chosen by. Fingers, unusually clean for a child so often covered in mud and dirt, danced delicately over Indivara's face. As she wiped at tears with trembling finger tips, Indivara's eyes were wary as she attempted to remove water without upsetting stitches or poking at the bruises that littered her face. The sickly colours were still setting in, over looked in favour of the shocking array of carefully applied knots of sinew that Talian had used to tie her face back together.
The young Katilan gave a very indelicate sniff, flinching unconscious when the motion of that, too, tugged at her stitches and she ran a delicate touch over the main line, from above her right eye to where it ended on her left cheek. As her fingers fell away, Indivara tucked her head under Jada's chin and turned her vivid blue eyes upon Krypth, looking at the little queen with curiosity. Quirky comments rested just behind her teeth, unable to be expressed and appreciated, and Indivara sighed softly. She needed a little beastie of her own simply so she could talk! Her eyes lit up suddenly with cheeky mischief and she focused that gaze solidly on the little dragonet.
Wherry! she thought with mischievous delight. Imagining whole herds of them, she painted them wild and completely unrealistic colours and stared harder at Krypth, begging the little dragonet to read her thoughts. Indivara knew she could bespeak her mother's dragon, and some like Grith would occasionally pay enough attention to hear her thoughts. She'd never tried mind-speaking with a dragonet, and was more amused by the idea of purple wherries than anything else. Mind-speaking was something that took ages to learn, from what she understood; but then, what did she know? She was just a mauled little Weyrbrat, who was barred from the next Clutch - whenever that was going to be!
Indivara's wicked amusement was chased away by that thought, and she cuddled closer to Jada with a depressed noise of discontent. She would Impress! The Weyrleaders could go jump between if they thought barring her from the sands would prevent her. Blue eyes hardening with determination, Indivara harrumphed and tugged up the edge of Jada's bedfurs, tossing it across herself and tucking it under the young goldrider's thighs.
