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.20, 01:57 PM
It started off simply enough. The first shell cracked and a dazed blue tumbled out onto the sands with a chirp. He sat for several moments in the fragments of his shell, keening hungrily and looking around at the candidates, not seeming to find what he wanted until one boy ran in late.
The second hatchling was more determined. A vivid green, she beelined straight for the group, startling several with her hissing and scattering them like wherries. She calmed down somewhat when she found her boy, but still glared at anyone who got too close.
Helyna hated to admit her heart had jumped into her throat as that green barreled towards the candidates. She was sure it had blood on its mind and felt her breathing relax as the dragonets bonded. A blue to start out; not a bad sign at all.
Some of the other eggs were cracking, but they paused as the babies inside rested again. Looked like this might be a long hatching after all; none of the others seemed in any hurry to break out of their shells. She looked over to the stands, finding Vondlyn and N’mor easily and giving them a smile and a little wave. The little boy yawned, and she was about to ask Tala if she minded taking him back to the creche when it happened.
Two hatchlings emerged within moments of each other and Helyna gasped. A stunning pair of bronzes stood on the sands, gazing around the cavern a bit dazzled. Iliyith hummed proudly, snuggling in with Rheazalth. A small brown hatched a few minutes later, but he was lost in the commotion as the bronzes finally moved.
They both went for the same boy and a sudden fight broke out between the two. The boy tried to get out of the way but a wing hit him hard and sent him sprawling. Helyna felt glued to the spot, her pride turning to horror as the dragonets clawed and bit at each other.
Frantic, she looked for N’mor again. “No no no no no, Vondlyn can’t see this,” she whispered desperately, trying to see if N’mor and Z’rin had turned her son away. Human and draconic shrieks of pain filled the air, and she looked back in alarm as one of the bronzes winked between. The other, his wing shredded, was standing protectively over the boy and snarling at anyone who tried to get close, even as his chosen reached up to try to calm him down.
The second hatchling was more determined. A vivid green, she beelined straight for the group, startling several with her hissing and scattering them like wherries. She calmed down somewhat when she found her boy, but still glared at anyone who got too close.
Helyna hated to admit her heart had jumped into her throat as that green barreled towards the candidates. She was sure it had blood on its mind and felt her breathing relax as the dragonets bonded. A blue to start out; not a bad sign at all.
Some of the other eggs were cracking, but they paused as the babies inside rested again. Looked like this might be a long hatching after all; none of the others seemed in any hurry to break out of their shells. She looked over to the stands, finding Vondlyn and N’mor easily and giving them a smile and a little wave. The little boy yawned, and she was about to ask Tala if she minded taking him back to the creche when it happened.
Two hatchlings emerged within moments of each other and Helyna gasped. A stunning pair of bronzes stood on the sands, gazing around the cavern a bit dazzled. Iliyith hummed proudly, snuggling in with Rheazalth. A small brown hatched a few minutes later, but he was lost in the commotion as the bronzes finally moved.
They both went for the same boy and a sudden fight broke out between the two. The boy tried to get out of the way but a wing hit him hard and sent him sprawling. Helyna felt glued to the spot, her pride turning to horror as the dragonets clawed and bit at each other.
Frantic, she looked for N’mor again. “No no no no no, Vondlyn can’t see this,” she whispered desperately, trying to see if N’mor and Z’rin had turned her son away. Human and draconic shrieks of pain filled the air, and she looked back in alarm as one of the bronzes winked between. The other, his wing shredded, was standing protectively over the boy and snarling at anyone who tried to get close, even as his chosen reached up to try to calm him down.
