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!
25.Apr.12, 10:44 PM
Grith trilled pleasantly at Indivara’s touch, her hands were still small but they were smooth and warm against her hide. Spinning she began to prance around, her swinging tail and wings somehow not hitting anyone or anything. She kept her eyes mostly fixated on Indivara as she made her way over to and then into the hut. As the two disappeared within she creeled loudly, coming to a halt as she stared at the door. Hey! Come back!
If Par’a had been more awake, she might have tried to chide Indivara for shooing her about. As it were, she just followed, her feet dragging along the ground. Despite Indivara’s words being somewhat slurred from her wounds it didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was offering, or more commanding to the Greenrider. Shuffling over to the bed she’d been pushed towards she flopped onto it, tugging at the furs somewhat unenthusiastically. Exhausted and comfortable, she was gone in moments, barely seeing the box of paints Indivara held up to show her.
While Indivara was rummaging Grith had taken to prancing about again and didn’t see her exiting the hut. The whistle certainly caught her attention though. Spinning on the spot she eyed the girl and the box with vibrant pink eyes. Bouncing over she skidded to a halt before Indivara, giving her a dirt shower in the process.
Paint! What colours? Grith eagerly nosed the box, threatening to tip it out of Indivara’s hands with her enthusiasm. Dropping down to her stomach she splayed her wings out wide on the ground and held her head up. Start here! She shook her head a little, meaning for the paint to start on her face. Grith liked it when her face was painted because she could see some of the colours, but when they were closer to her eyes it was a surprise until later!
If Par’a had been more awake, she might have tried to chide Indivara for shooing her about. As it were, she just followed, her feet dragging along the ground. Despite Indivara’s words being somewhat slurred from her wounds it didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was offering, or more commanding to the Greenrider. Shuffling over to the bed she’d been pushed towards she flopped onto it, tugging at the furs somewhat unenthusiastically. Exhausted and comfortable, she was gone in moments, barely seeing the box of paints Indivara held up to show her.
While Indivara was rummaging Grith had taken to prancing about again and didn’t see her exiting the hut. The whistle certainly caught her attention though. Spinning on the spot she eyed the girl and the box with vibrant pink eyes. Bouncing over she skidded to a halt before Indivara, giving her a dirt shower in the process.
Paint! What colours? Grith eagerly nosed the box, threatening to tip it out of Indivara’s hands with her enthusiasm. Dropping down to her stomach she splayed her wings out wide on the ground and held her head up. Start here! She shook her head a little, meaning for the paint to start on her face. Grith liked it when her face was painted because she could see some of the colours, but when they were closer to her eyes it was a surprise until later!
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[span style="background-color:#011002;"][color=#12F91C]Grith's Speech[/color][/span]
