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!
27.May.22, 12:02 PM
To say the sudden sound of someone speaking behind her startled Aili would be the understatement of the night; she left the ground with a soft shriek, dropping the meat she had managed to hack off, and the knife with a clutter. The girl spun around, her hands flying to her chest and her eyes wide as they gazed around for the person who had spoken, and finally settled on the tall young man stepping out of the shadows. She watched him, still with the wide-eyed expression, as he pushed a plate of meat towards her and then retreated a little. Aili, trembling slightly from the fright, lowered her hands a little – then remembered she was most unseemly, dressed only in her nightgown – and her hands jerked back to her chest, clasped together and held just below her collarbone.
“Thank you,” she whispered, even as she blushed with increasing redness as her gaze danced between the wobbling egg, the young man, and back again. Her eyes widened again when a little face suddenly shoved its way out of the egg, mewling in hunger, and her hands darted up to her mouth, stifling her soft squeal of excitement. Forgetting the man across the room for a moment, Aili darted to the edge of the table, and grabbed a slice of meat delicately, offering it to the little nose that was peeking out from the murky earthy toned egg. Neither R’nya nor Rhaedalyn had been sure if it would be a brown or a bronze inside, but Aili didn’t care one way or the other; It was hers!
“Hello little one,” she crooned softly, gasping when the firelizard’s little head darted forward suddenly on a long neck, and snatched the piece of meat from her fingers. It gobbled it down, chewing very little, and her lips formed a little ‘o’ of surprise. It seemed the firelizard had momentarily forgotten its quest to finish Hatching, but Aili didn’t want to risk it breaking free before she’d managed to claim it. As such, she offered the little murky coloured head another slice of meat, and giggled when it gobbled it up again, mewling for more as little claws pushed at the shell, trying to escape. It managed with a sudden cracking sound that was startlingly loud in the quiet of the kitchens, and the firelizard scrambled out of the pot, and as Aili presented another piece of meat, it scrambled out of the pot and onto her hand and up her arm, perching as it gobbled up more meat.
“Oh, you are so precious,” she said gently, giving the little tiny dragon another piece of meat, and gently petting him, stroking her finger down his delicate spine, smiling serenely. Remembering, suddenly, that she hadn’t been alone a few moments ago, Aili looked up, and smiled shyly when she found him still standing there. “I’m Aili,” she said softly, but clearly, and smiled shyly again. She’d been at the Weyr for almost a whole month now, but she’d rarely been out and about, preferring to hide away, mostly exploring the tunnels and paths that made up the deeper areas of the Weyr, when she wasn’t following Rhaedalyn around trying to be helpful.
“Do you know much about firelizards?” she asked softly, turning her gentle expression back on her most amazing birthday present she’d ever gotten, and stroking his little back again as he the firelizard curled up, breathing deeply and apparently sated, as he fell asleep. “Do you think he’s bronze, or brown?” she asked curiously, voice still quiet, and carefully held her forearm out so he could examine the sleeping firelizard. She expected he knew more than she did, since he lived in a Weyr and everything, probably had some of his own, too. She glanced around him, as if expecting a firelizard or two to appear there, then shifted her gaze back to the dark-haired man’s face.
“Thank you,” she whispered, even as she blushed with increasing redness as her gaze danced between the wobbling egg, the young man, and back again. Her eyes widened again when a little face suddenly shoved its way out of the egg, mewling in hunger, and her hands darted up to her mouth, stifling her soft squeal of excitement. Forgetting the man across the room for a moment, Aili darted to the edge of the table, and grabbed a slice of meat delicately, offering it to the little nose that was peeking out from the murky earthy toned egg. Neither R’nya nor Rhaedalyn had been sure if it would be a brown or a bronze inside, but Aili didn’t care one way or the other; It was hers!
“Hello little one,” she crooned softly, gasping when the firelizard’s little head darted forward suddenly on a long neck, and snatched the piece of meat from her fingers. It gobbled it down, chewing very little, and her lips formed a little ‘o’ of surprise. It seemed the firelizard had momentarily forgotten its quest to finish Hatching, but Aili didn’t want to risk it breaking free before she’d managed to claim it. As such, she offered the little murky coloured head another slice of meat, and giggled when it gobbled it up again, mewling for more as little claws pushed at the shell, trying to escape. It managed with a sudden cracking sound that was startlingly loud in the quiet of the kitchens, and the firelizard scrambled out of the pot, and as Aili presented another piece of meat, it scrambled out of the pot and onto her hand and up her arm, perching as it gobbled up more meat.
“Oh, you are so precious,” she said gently, giving the little tiny dragon another piece of meat, and gently petting him, stroking her finger down his delicate spine, smiling serenely. Remembering, suddenly, that she hadn’t been alone a few moments ago, Aili looked up, and smiled shyly when she found him still standing there. “I’m Aili,” she said softly, but clearly, and smiled shyly again. She’d been at the Weyr for almost a whole month now, but she’d rarely been out and about, preferring to hide away, mostly exploring the tunnels and paths that made up the deeper areas of the Weyr, when she wasn’t following Rhaedalyn around trying to be helpful.
“Do you know much about firelizards?” she asked softly, turning her gentle expression back on her most amazing birthday present she’d ever gotten, and stroking his little back again as he the firelizard curled up, breathing deeply and apparently sated, as he fell asleep. “Do you think he’s bronze, or brown?” she asked curiously, voice still quiet, and carefully held her forearm out so he could examine the sleeping firelizard. She expected he knew more than she did, since he lived in a Weyr and everything, probably had some of his own, too. She glanced around him, as if expecting a firelizard or two to appear there, then shifted her gaze back to the dark-haired man’s face.
