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.Sep.18, 01:04 AM
Mulrissa waited for responses to her notes by leaning against Bedith and watching the eggs. It took about twenty minutes for the Weyrleader to respond, sending a firelizard with a note. As soon as the flit appeared Bedith snapped at it, and it blinked between with an alarmed shriek, dropping the note it carried. He confirmed her message and assured her he would inform the other Weyrleaders. Relieved that all of that was taken care of for her, Rissa went back to waiting.
A little under an hour later Bedith looked up at the entrance expectantly, and Rissa watched as Syrendryth made his way onto the Sands. The bronze greeted Bedith, and she internally crooned, pleased at how respectful he was being. Not that she was any less on alert with someone new around her clutch, but Bedith could trust Syrendryth not to harm them. He had good sense — she wouldn’t have allowed an idiot to catch her. Mulrissa rubbed Bedith’s leg approvingly, quietly relieved that she hadn’t seen Syrendryth and suddenly decided to drive him off. Bedith could be mercurial at the best of times, and she’d never had a clutch to protect before. Rissa would have felt horrible if she’d invited the bronze pair only for Bedith to change her mind last minute. She smiled at T’ryn as he followed has dragon onto the Sands.
“Morning, T’ryn. And Syrendryth, of course. I am doing well, though I could have done with more sleep last night. Bedith is positively chipper, considering.” she said, stifling a yawn. Bedith was already entering high-alert overprotective queen mode, though the mellowness of the past week wasn’t entirely gone yet. Lucky break for the bronze pair.
“You can get closer,” Rissa said, smiling encouragingly at T’ryn while Bedith hummed in agreement, shifting a bit so Syrendryth could get closer while she could keep everyone within her view. “They shouldn’t be touched yet, but standing next to them and looking is perfectly safe. Try to pick out the gold egg, hmm?” Once the eggs had hardened more Bedith would move the gold aside to give it special attention, from what Mulrissa understood from her goldrider lessons, but for the moment they were still too soft for moving. They were definitely more solid than when they were first laid, the heat of the sands drying the surface of the shells. Soon enough they would be the thick leathery texture she remembered from Touchings and Hatchings. Until then Bedith would be making sure no one touched them, not even their father.
A little under an hour later Bedith looked up at the entrance expectantly, and Rissa watched as Syrendryth made his way onto the Sands. The bronze greeted Bedith, and she internally crooned, pleased at how respectful he was being. Not that she was any less on alert with someone new around her clutch, but Bedith could trust Syrendryth not to harm them. He had good sense — she wouldn’t have allowed an idiot to catch her. Mulrissa rubbed Bedith’s leg approvingly, quietly relieved that she hadn’t seen Syrendryth and suddenly decided to drive him off. Bedith could be mercurial at the best of times, and she’d never had a clutch to protect before. Rissa would have felt horrible if she’d invited the bronze pair only for Bedith to change her mind last minute. She smiled at T’ryn as he followed has dragon onto the Sands.
“Morning, T’ryn. And Syrendryth, of course. I am doing well, though I could have done with more sleep last night. Bedith is positively chipper, considering.” she said, stifling a yawn. Bedith was already entering high-alert overprotective queen mode, though the mellowness of the past week wasn’t entirely gone yet. Lucky break for the bronze pair.
“You can get closer,” Rissa said, smiling encouragingly at T’ryn while Bedith hummed in agreement, shifting a bit so Syrendryth could get closer while she could keep everyone within her view. “They shouldn’t be touched yet, but standing next to them and looking is perfectly safe. Try to pick out the gold egg, hmm?” Once the eggs had hardened more Bedith would move the gold aside to give it special attention, from what Mulrissa understood from her goldrider lessons, but for the moment they were still too soft for moving. They were definitely more solid than when they were first laid, the heat of the sands drying the surface of the shells. Soon enough they would be the thick leathery texture she remembered from Touchings and Hatchings. Until then Bedith would be making sure no one touched them, not even their father.
