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!
04.Jan.24, 04:39 AM
For the second time within the same Hatching and not that far apart from each other, Wynera found herself full of hope and then rejection. The gold hatchling didn't even bother to glance in her direction. She was utterly invisible to the dragon that sauntered through the group without a care for any of the girls surrounding her. Like she did with the greenrider, Wynera found a genuine smile for the new goldrider and called out her congratulations that blended in with the cheers of others. There were also sobs and full blown crying, but Wynera didn't shed any tears. She was disappointed but she was also young. There was plenty of time left to meet her dragon--if she was meant to be a rider. Maybe her goal should be to be a healer of animals or a dragon healer instead. The dragon population was steadily growing and it was said that Thread would fall again in her lifetime, so healers of all types would be needed.
Her thoughts were going through the possibilities and what it would take to look into each field while she semi-watched the Hatching. It was always a bad idea to lose focus on the Sands so Wynera did her best to watch the colourful babies dart around, but her heart wasn't fully in the moment anymore. She had just decided to add dragon healing to the list of things to discuss with A'tay or K'dar when screams pulled her attention back to the Hatching and where a green and brown were fighting.
Some of the Candidates tried to intervene by yelling but most were running. Someone grabbed her yet again and dragged her back, but Wynera wasn't sure who it was as her gaze stayed on everything happening. Why wasn't Amagrith putting a stop to it? Was this just a normal minor scuffle, despite two boys on the ground and... bloody. Oh, that wasn't good. Her last thought as she swayed and felt herself disconnecting before hitting the sand in a faint was how she hoped she could handle dragon ichor better than human blood.
Her thoughts were going through the possibilities and what it would take to look into each field while she semi-watched the Hatching. It was always a bad idea to lose focus on the Sands so Wynera did her best to watch the colourful babies dart around, but her heart wasn't fully in the moment anymore. She had just decided to add dragon healing to the list of things to discuss with A'tay or K'dar when screams pulled her attention back to the Hatching and where a green and brown were fighting.
Some of the Candidates tried to intervene by yelling but most were running. Someone grabbed her yet again and dragged her back, but Wynera wasn't sure who it was as her gaze stayed on everything happening. Why wasn't Amagrith putting a stop to it? Was this just a normal minor scuffle, despite two boys on the ground and... bloody. Oh, that wasn't good. Her last thought as she swayed and felt herself disconnecting before hitting the sand in a faint was how she hoped she could handle dragon ichor better than human blood.
