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!
11.Mar.21, 04:10 PM
Her brown eyes lit up as she made eye contact with the young woman. She was pretty, prettier than Rakka? The girl contemplated this thought, mulling it over in her mind before deciding that no, she was prettier than the girl, if only marginally. Which meant, she could be nice to-and maybe even become friends with her... or was she getting ahead of herself.
Rakka suppressed her own mirth when the beautiful green dragon snorted in one of the hold boys face. It was adorable to watch the boys shocked and nervous reaction. But he stood his ground, and she felt proud of her hold in that moment. Blinking as she found herself looking into the lovely eyes of the green dragon before her, Rakka suppressed the urge to giggle. It was so beautiful, lovely. She could get lost in those eyes.
She stood her ground bravely as the odd odor of the dragons breath overwhelmed her and the creature shuffled her hair (thankfully it had been plaited with in an inch of its life and so stood up... mostly to the investigation). Then, her lips parted slightly in wonderful shock and amazement as she heard a voice, clear as day in her head. Was it the dragon? Was that what a dragon sounded like? Rakka felt a wonderful sensation at the thought that she heard a dragon, though part of her wondered if it was only in her mind, that she was so desperate to understand a dragon that she’d made it up.
The man was standing close enough for her to reach out and touch him now, and she had to fight the urge to do so. Impulsive as she was she could control her actions much better than her words. At his question her eyes widened into nearly full circles. Giving her the appearance of being essentially all eyes with how big they were already. “To the Weyr you mean?” She asked breathlessly. Of course he had to mean the Weyr... her gaze faltered uncertainly for a moment before she squared her shoulders. “Yes.” She answered firmly, wondering if that were too forward. It would be with a holder she thought.
Her father couldn’t object. He had too much difference and respect for the Weyr. And she knew he would be pleased beyond reason if a son were to be searched so... it stood to reason that he would be at least somewhat pleased to have a daughter searched. And she wasn’t an only daughter. Her sister had made, what she had been told, was an excellent match. “I would be honored.” She added, remembering her manners and dropping a passable courtesy to the man. After all he was... she assumed her elder and a Dragonrider. And being respectful was a good thing. Her gaze slipped towards the girl again, then to the blue rider, and then back to B’jin. At a loss for words at the moment, a rare phenomenon indeed.
