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!
08.Jul.22, 04:34 PM
It was only a little odd not to have Malvayth immediately greet him back with her usual chipper responses. Even stranger was the way Chirp sat taller on his shoulders with vibrating intensity. Chir stuttered to a stop at the entrance of the Sands when he heard Cazan call out for him to wait. Sensing the urgency in her tone, the boy held perfectly still. Something was definitely off.
His heart pounded with alarm when he heard Caz ask if it was alright if he visited. Had he done something wrong? Did she not want to see him?? But as he peered behind the goldrider, the clues slotted into place.
You had your prizes! he thought, awed. Congratulations, Malvayth. Seeing well enough the defensive posture she'd adopted around them, the boy tamped down his curiosity and looked instead to Cazan and followed her into the stands when given leave to do so.
Adopting the soft-footedness of the hunter that he was, Chir tiptoed his way around the stands to curl his way closer to Malvayth. Once they made their way around, he sat down just as quietly and curled himself in, arms wrapping around his knees as he looked on with wonder. He hoped making himself smaller would help her feel less threatened by his presence. He really didn't want to upset her.
They're amazing, he complimented, smiling tenderly. And there's so many! No wonder you were so big. Anticipating it already, he crinkled his eyes as he quoted her. 'It was a really good flight.'
Still hoping for some semblance of their usual routine, he sent the image of their usual scratching. I won't come closer, he promised. If you want any scratches, you'll have to stretch over here.
Still balanced on his shoulder, Chirp remained tightly coiled around her boy's shoulders despite her own desire to investigate. She took her cues from the freckled teen and understood it would be potentially deadly to give in to those whims. So just as he kept himself small, so did she.
Ah, wait. She's not allowed here right now, is she? I'm sorry, I didn't think about it. Should I take her back to the room? he asked, feeling guilty for having broken a rule even if it was accidental. Without him having to even receive an answer, Chirp helped herself and blinked away. Her sudden absence had him battling back a chill. They'd been near inseparable since her hatching, and it was disarming to have her gone now. Nevermind.
Are there usually so many?
His heart pounded with alarm when he heard Caz ask if it was alright if he visited. Had he done something wrong? Did she not want to see him?? But as he peered behind the goldrider, the clues slotted into place.
You had your prizes! he thought, awed. Congratulations, Malvayth. Seeing well enough the defensive posture she'd adopted around them, the boy tamped down his curiosity and looked instead to Cazan and followed her into the stands when given leave to do so.
Adopting the soft-footedness of the hunter that he was, Chir tiptoed his way around the stands to curl his way closer to Malvayth. Once they made their way around, he sat down just as quietly and curled himself in, arms wrapping around his knees as he looked on with wonder. He hoped making himself smaller would help her feel less threatened by his presence. He really didn't want to upset her.
They're amazing, he complimented, smiling tenderly. And there's so many! No wonder you were so big. Anticipating it already, he crinkled his eyes as he quoted her. 'It was a really good flight.'
Still hoping for some semblance of their usual routine, he sent the image of their usual scratching. I won't come closer, he promised. If you want any scratches, you'll have to stretch over here.
Still balanced on his shoulder, Chirp remained tightly coiled around her boy's shoulders despite her own desire to investigate. She took her cues from the freckled teen and understood it would be potentially deadly to give in to those whims. So just as he kept himself small, so did she.
Ah, wait. She's not allowed here right now, is she? I'm sorry, I didn't think about it. Should I take her back to the room? he asked, feeling guilty for having broken a rule even if it was accidental. Without him having to even receive an answer, Chirp helped herself and blinked away. Her sudden absence had him battling back a chill. They'd been near inseparable since her hatching, and it was disarming to have her gone now. Nevermind.
Are there usually so many?
