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!
14.May.22, 08:05 AM
M’quel regally ignored A’tay’s pretending to be squished, but did gasp out in mild surprise when he crushed her to him in response – not because she didn’t enjoy the hug, but because she was slightly surprised by it. M’quel giggled when Xyxyth’s poked her with his tail, letting go of A’tay as reluctantly as he released her, before closing the distance on the bronze dragon. M’quel rolled her eyes and made a great show of huffing at Zezeth’s haughty comment, but grinned even as she brushed her hands over Xyxyth’s face, scratching at his eyeridge affectionately when he lowered his head enough for her to reach.
I am almost whole again, Zezeth said with quiet assurance, turning to look at her wing, which she held out daintily so they could see where the repair was. It was just a sliver of a scar, now, and M’quel was quite sure they would be fine to travel if they decided to – it was just that Zezeth had insisted upon a bath and oiling that day, instead of anything else they could have gotten up to. Swimming at the beach would be lovely. The sun is not strong here. She didn’t dislike the weather at Fort, but it wasn’t as bright and sunny and ever-warm as it was at Ista!
“Oh, that would be lovely TayTay!” M’quel gushed, beaming up at A’tay as she left Xyxyth’s nose to wrap her arm around A’tay’s waist once more, clinging to him like a little greenrider limpet, and giving him a one-armed squeeze. “You should send Shadow when the weather is really nice, and we’ll pop over!” That way A’tay could pick what day he felt comfortable heading down to the water, and not have it sprung on him by M’quel and Zezeth just showing up. Plus, it would be an excellent excuse to get away from her responsibilities (both expected and self-inflicted).
Glancing at the dragons, who seemed comfortably happy, and back up at A’tay, M’quel grinned. “Did you have any plans for your visit?” she asked, giving his waist another squeeze. She herself had already eaten lunch before coming down with Zezeth, albeit it was an early one so she wasn’t against the idea of going to the dining cavern to eat. Or they could go to her weyr and hang out. Or they could stay there. Or who knew? She beamed up at A’tay waiting for his answer.
I am almost whole again, Zezeth said with quiet assurance, turning to look at her wing, which she held out daintily so they could see where the repair was. It was just a sliver of a scar, now, and M’quel was quite sure they would be fine to travel if they decided to – it was just that Zezeth had insisted upon a bath and oiling that day, instead of anything else they could have gotten up to. Swimming at the beach would be lovely. The sun is not strong here. She didn’t dislike the weather at Fort, but it wasn’t as bright and sunny and ever-warm as it was at Ista!
“Oh, that would be lovely TayTay!” M’quel gushed, beaming up at A’tay as she left Xyxyth’s nose to wrap her arm around A’tay’s waist once more, clinging to him like a little greenrider limpet, and giving him a one-armed squeeze. “You should send Shadow when the weather is really nice, and we’ll pop over!” That way A’tay could pick what day he felt comfortable heading down to the water, and not have it sprung on him by M’quel and Zezeth just showing up. Plus, it would be an excellent excuse to get away from her responsibilities (both expected and self-inflicted).
Glancing at the dragons, who seemed comfortably happy, and back up at A’tay, M’quel grinned. “Did you have any plans for your visit?” she asked, giving his waist another squeeze. She herself had already eaten lunch before coming down with Zezeth, albeit it was an early one so she wasn’t against the idea of going to the dining cavern to eat. Or they could go to her weyr and hang out. Or they could stay there. Or who knew? She beamed up at A’tay waiting for his answer.
