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!
30.Jul.21, 05:29 AM
Casa looked up from her paperwork, watching with a half smile as Thallyath fussed around the eggs still. She was setting them all up, making sure there was a nice distance between each of the thirteen bundles of joy, and that each of them was in immaculate condition. The gold egg, her pride and joy, was being kept close by, where it would be safe and she could scowl fiercely at anyone that got too close before she was ready to let them. Thallyath had been trying to insist that only the girls she picked would be allowed to touch her precious golden egg, but Casa vetoed that, and Thallyath had given in, reluctantly but gracefully – if only because no one knew of the battle and her loss.
“Are you ready, love?” Casa asked, standing up and stretching tall, arms reaching for the ceiling as she stood on her tiptoes, before almost collapsing in on herself. She fluffed her skirt, this one of her longer ones, it reached her knees, and she bent down to pull on her slippers so she could go close to the sands without burning the soles of her feet.Oh, I guess so, Thallyath said lowly, twisting around a little from where she stood in the centre of the clutch, which was spread out widely – some four to five meters between each egg. It was a good thing her clutch was small!
“Alright,” Casa walked down to the edge of the stands, and waved over at the Weyrlingmaster that was in charge of the future group, letting them know that the first group could enter and start Touching the eggs. Finally. Casa had been extremely worried about the whole ordeal, until she’d started numbering the eggs – that had shown her some idea of the little inmates; they were alive, bright, inquisitive, and excited to grow and break free of their shells. Casa had been enthusiastic in her retelling of what she’d felt, and had breathed a sigh of relief when the information spread, and the candidate group grew.
Now all they had to do was survive the Touching, and match everyone up at the Hatching. And hopefully, everything would go well and not at all like usual.
“Are you ready, love?” Casa asked, standing up and stretching tall, arms reaching for the ceiling as she stood on her tiptoes, before almost collapsing in on herself. She fluffed her skirt, this one of her longer ones, it reached her knees, and she bent down to pull on her slippers so she could go close to the sands without burning the soles of her feet.
“Alright,” Casa walked down to the edge of the stands, and waved over at the Weyrlingmaster that was in charge of the future group, letting them know that the first group could enter and start Touching the eggs. Finally. Casa had been extremely worried about the whole ordeal, until she’d started numbering the eggs – that had shown her some idea of the little inmates; they were alive, bright, inquisitive, and excited to grow and break free of their shells. Casa had been enthusiastic in her retelling of what she’d felt, and had breathed a sigh of relief when the information spread, and the candidate group grew.
Now all they had to do was survive the Touching, and match everyone up at the Hatching. And hopefully, everything would go well and not at all like usual.
