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, 03:11 AM
Her father's Weyrmate's gold was honestly very sweet, once she allowed you to know her, if not fierce and demanding. Early that morning she had demanded a bath and Kelian had gladly helped Vaeyla with the chore since she hadn't been needed anywhere else. "I'm going! I'm going!", she called to the great golden lump, perched on her ledge next to her father's brown. She had finished getting cleaned up, said her goodbyes to Vaeyla and Vaelon who they had picked up after bathing Nadioth, and rushed out the door, the skirt of her boring blue dress flapping as she ran.
A short time later she was catching her breath outside the entrance to the vast hatching grounds. She was all too familiar with the hot sands within, from wall to wall honestly. However, as often as she had been left standing on those sands, she always managed to keep hold of the hope that there was a dragon for her still. Hopefully. Standing with the other candidates, most of them younger than her, she let the excitement of eggs on the sands wash over her. Even without a gold egg it was exciting for her. She enjoyed, mostly, the various personalities she encountered when touching eggs, on those occasions when the hatchlings inside deemed she was worthy of their attention anyway.
Kelian did her best to clear her mind of any negative thoughts as she made her way onto the sands. The recent attacks were still fresh and several people were still suffering. It made her think of the attacks from the previous Turn, which made her shudder a moment and she had to stop. That was the exact opposite of what she had meant to do. She made a face, at herself, then moved away from the other candidates a bit, towards a mottled egg. Again, she did her best to clear her mind, she pulled happier thoughts into her mind, took a calming breath, then laid her palm against the smooth, hardened surface of the egg. "Good morning little one. Do you have anything to share with me today?"
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Egg #7 please
