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!
16.Jun.22, 10:48 PM
Laughter rang from the boy's mind even if not from his mouth. The mental image of Malvayth roaring at the healers for doing their jobs was too much. I appreciate the thought, but I think they mean well. He didn't want to imagine the kind of lecturing he'd get if they discovered he'd convinced the gold to bellow at them in his stead! No sooner had he thought it did Caz voice the same. The boy brightened further upon hearing them discuss The Boy Who Cried Feline. Even he knew that story! It brought with it memories of happier times when the world was simple and he could race around with the same reckless abandon other children did.
The boy perked further as Cazon mused over purchasing a golden wherry. If I find one, I'll hunt it for you! he promised. As thanks for the ride. No doubt, many would find it an unequal trade, but Chir didn't mind being generous here. His basic needs were met daily and he no longer had to struggle to do it all on his own, so he could afford to hunt just to make someone else happy. I'm a good shot. I won't ruin the hide. It's what I did before coming here, he shared, opening up more about his life before the Weyr without needing anyone proding him about it. I would hunt and cure my own hides, then take them to the Hold and sell them for materials I needed. I'm really good at it. This, at last, was a task he could truly be trusted with, and one he would undertake without anyone nudging him to do so. The next free day he had, he vowed, he'd go off in search of one.
With Sir sent off then, Chirp finally settled more comfortably around her boy's shoulders, practically melting with her satisfaction. Chir certainly preferred her more relaxed posture considering her tension had left tiny pinpricks from her claws through his clothes.
When Caz opened up about her injury, Chir fell quiet even in his mind. Sensing the woman's lingering distress, he dared not satisfy any curiosity and let the subject fall away. There was no point to her reliving through any traumatic memories just to inform him of past events. They really weren't any of his business, though he did worry over the fact that she'd said attacks. Plural. Hopefully, there would be no others.
Following Cazon's lead, Chir slid down carefully from Malvayth's back, her swollen abdomen ballooning enough that he worried about injuring any of the life she held within. Upon landing in the sand, he turned to stroke her belly softly and sent out an unspoken apology to the babies inside just in case he caused any discomfort in his dismount.
It's hot, the boy remarked to Mal. You like it this way? Is it because of your eggs or do you always prefer to be warm? He walked around to join Caz near Mal's shoulder and chanced scratching the golden female along the groove in her neck that he could reach where he knew the horses enjoyed. He suspected she would resent the comparison, but it was the best one he had. You sound like you're a good mama, Chir added. Your babies will be very lucky to have such a good protector.
The boy perked further as Cazon mused over purchasing a golden wherry. If I find one, I'll hunt it for you! he promised. As thanks for the ride. No doubt, many would find it an unequal trade, but Chir didn't mind being generous here. His basic needs were met daily and he no longer had to struggle to do it all on his own, so he could afford to hunt just to make someone else happy. I'm a good shot. I won't ruin the hide. It's what I did before coming here, he shared, opening up more about his life before the Weyr without needing anyone proding him about it. I would hunt and cure my own hides, then take them to the Hold and sell them for materials I needed. I'm really good at it. This, at last, was a task he could truly be trusted with, and one he would undertake without anyone nudging him to do so. The next free day he had, he vowed, he'd go off in search of one.
With Sir sent off then, Chirp finally settled more comfortably around her boy's shoulders, practically melting with her satisfaction. Chir certainly preferred her more relaxed posture considering her tension had left tiny pinpricks from her claws through his clothes.
When Caz opened up about her injury, Chir fell quiet even in his mind. Sensing the woman's lingering distress, he dared not satisfy any curiosity and let the subject fall away. There was no point to her reliving through any traumatic memories just to inform him of past events. They really weren't any of his business, though he did worry over the fact that she'd said attacks. Plural. Hopefully, there would be no others.
Following Cazon's lead, Chir slid down carefully from Malvayth's back, her swollen abdomen ballooning enough that he worried about injuring any of the life she held within. Upon landing in the sand, he turned to stroke her belly softly and sent out an unspoken apology to the babies inside just in case he caused any discomfort in his dismount.
It's hot, the boy remarked to Mal. You like it this way? Is it because of your eggs or do you always prefer to be warm? He walked around to join Caz near Mal's shoulder and chanced scratching the golden female along the groove in her neck that he could reach where he knew the horses enjoyed. He suspected she would resent the comparison, but it was the best one he had. You sound like you're a good mama, Chir added. Your babies will be very lucky to have such a good protector.
