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!
26.Jun.22, 02:53 AM
Chir bit his lip as he turned away from Cazan, unable to hide his glee at Mal's secret thief kissing methods. He was all for that game, absolutely delighted by the idea. He'd have to be sneaky about his kisses, too! It wouldn't be far if Mal was the only one having to sneak around about it.
Hearing that dragons hummed when the eggs were ready to hatch was news to the boy. He'd always assumed because dragons were big that they'd use those big voices. Well, he knew Mal did. She'd proven that on the day he met Mylorah with the way she'd screeched across the entire Weyr loud enough that everyone could hear her.
Chir turned to Chirp and found himself wondering if she would hum, too, when it came time for eggs to hatch. Though the thought left him feeling uncomfortable, he had an idea of how to stay informed while he was away. What if I left Chirp here? Would she be a bother to you? Then, if your prizes start to hatch, she can come to get me? he suggested. With the firelizard's constant presence since her own hatching, the young hunter realized he'd grown quite reliant on her company. Whenever people ran out of things to try to say to him, Chirp served as a good conversation piece considering how much she usually had to say. Case in point, she lifted her head and trilled out an excited song and the possibility of being helpful.
Do I ask S'far for permission to leave? Part of it still sat strangely for him. Chir had been rather amenable to adjusting to the rules of living in the Weyr, but he didn't love the idea that he needed permission to leave if he wanted to. Granted, he'd lived for years on his own where he needed no one's permission to do anything. Especially hunting!
He narrowed his eyes as Cazan added that she didn't think wherries came in gold before casting a glance up at Mal. Do you think she's right? If there is one, I'll find it! I'm good at tracking! And tended to have a one-track mind for it as well, at the detriment of all else, his own safety included. Which was why that wherry had gotten the upper hand when he was hunting boar the day S'far brought him to Telgar.
Hearing that dragons hummed when the eggs were ready to hatch was news to the boy. He'd always assumed because dragons were big that they'd use those big voices. Well, he knew Mal did. She'd proven that on the day he met Mylorah with the way she'd screeched across the entire Weyr loud enough that everyone could hear her.
Chir turned to Chirp and found himself wondering if she would hum, too, when it came time for eggs to hatch. Though the thought left him feeling uncomfortable, he had an idea of how to stay informed while he was away. What if I left Chirp here? Would she be a bother to you? Then, if your prizes start to hatch, she can come to get me? he suggested. With the firelizard's constant presence since her own hatching, the young hunter realized he'd grown quite reliant on her company. Whenever people ran out of things to try to say to him, Chirp served as a good conversation piece considering how much she usually had to say. Case in point, she lifted her head and trilled out an excited song and the possibility of being helpful.
Do I ask S'far for permission to leave? Part of it still sat strangely for him. Chir had been rather amenable to adjusting to the rules of living in the Weyr, but he didn't love the idea that he needed permission to leave if he wanted to. Granted, he'd lived for years on his own where he needed no one's permission to do anything. Especially hunting!
He narrowed his eyes as Cazan added that she didn't think wherries came in gold before casting a glance up at Mal. Do you think she's right? If there is one, I'll find it! I'm good at tracking! And tended to have a one-track mind for it as well, at the detriment of all else, his own safety included. Which was why that wherry had gotten the upper hand when he was hunting boar the day S'far brought him to Telgar.
