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.Jan.21, 06:04 AM
Kalea took a deep breath of the salty ocean air as she bound off the path, kicking her shoes off and landed in the sand, spraying it around her feet and wriggling her toes. It was warm from the noon sun, but not hot enough to burn her, for which she was thankful. Dressed in a cute, thigh length white dress that had no sleeves and flowed prettily with her movements, Kalea brushed her long hair out of her face and braided it messily down her back. She left the ends untethered, knowing the braid would come free as she splashed around, but uncaring.
Making her way down the sandy embankment, Kalea ran down to the edge of the water, and pranced in, squealing at the cold touch against her ankles as the waves lapped at her. The day was on the warmer end of the scale, for winter, but that didn’t stop the water from feeling like ice at first touch. Wading in deeper, so that her knees were covered, Kalea spun around once, before half jumping as a bigger wave came through, threatening to wet her dress.
It was glorious to be out from under the constant vigilance of her brother and sisters, and Kalea had no desire to head back to the Weyr any time soon; she wanted to enjoy some time by herself, without their judgement and scolding. Sometimes her siblings were just such sticks in the mud and she hated it. Sometimes she hated them. Not for long, but always hotly when it did happen. Kalea never did anything by halves.
Walking through the water, kicking her feet up and splashing as she went, heedless for how wet she was getting, Kalea picked a favourite song, and began to sing loudly. Her voice wasn’t magnificent, but it wasn’t terrible either. Just not harper quality. Her singing was enthusiastic and bubbly, and covered the sound of someone joining her on the beach.
Making her way down the sandy embankment, Kalea ran down to the edge of the water, and pranced in, squealing at the cold touch against her ankles as the waves lapped at her. The day was on the warmer end of the scale, for winter, but that didn’t stop the water from feeling like ice at first touch. Wading in deeper, so that her knees were covered, Kalea spun around once, before half jumping as a bigger wave came through, threatening to wet her dress.
It was glorious to be out from under the constant vigilance of her brother and sisters, and Kalea had no desire to head back to the Weyr any time soon; she wanted to enjoy some time by herself, without their judgement and scolding. Sometimes her siblings were just such sticks in the mud and she hated it. Sometimes she hated them. Not for long, but always hotly when it did happen. Kalea never did anything by halves.
Walking through the water, kicking her feet up and splashing as she went, heedless for how wet she was getting, Kalea picked a favourite song, and began to sing loudly. Her voice wasn’t magnificent, but it wasn’t terrible either. Just not harper quality. Her singing was enthusiastic and bubbly, and covered the sound of someone joining her on the beach.
