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!
19.Jul.12, 10:07 AM
Indivara's scarred features twisted into a gentle smile as her placid activity called attention upon her from dragons, young and old both. The little weyrling and the Renewed Hope blue were both greeted with crinkling eyes as she watched their antics with deep amusement, giggling softly at their startled responses to the popping of bubbles. Dipping her little wand into the soapy water once more, Indivara rose it and blew a stream of bubbles between the two young dragons, watching as they spread out to fill the gap, floating around and above the two pale beasts.
The child was considering how best to explain to the two male dragons what exactly a bubble was, when the unmistakable voice of Grith completely detonated the lingering echoes of Pistoth and Aveleth's soft voices. Indivara, however, was smug in the fact that Grith rarely managed to startle her any more. She supposed she simply lived expecting the intrusion. Or perhaps her eleven turns of being surrounded by dragons, and most notably Grith, had prepared her for the obnoxious little green's loud voice. Not that the silly beast meant to be obnoxious or rude; she was far too sweet to be painful on purpose. Indivara smiled, her lips twisting up at the corners as the green landed and joined the little gathering.
Indivara laughed softly as Grith's joy popped just like the bubble that had touched her nose, and the child drew herself up regally, caring in one hand the cup of bubble liquid, and in the other her wand for blowing them. Walking easily over to the green, Indivara kissed Grith lightly on her sulking nose, and smiled cheerfully. "Fear not, Grith! There are more where that came from!" Leaping backwards gracefully in preparation for another mood swing from the dragon, Indivara dunked the wand in the liquid, and rose it to her lips, blowing another stream of bubbles that glittered and sparkled as they dipped and danced around Grith's face.
"These," Indivara started, her attention returning to the two blue's with a small smile, "are bubbles." Still focused on them, she blew another trail, watching as dozens of them danced on the breeze, around the dragons and up into the air. Some dipped closer to the ground, and would burst upon the grass, a few actually managed to land and hold their form for a while. Indivara smiled lazily, filling the air with bubbles, using so much breath she ended up feeling slightly dizzy and gave a delighted little giggle.
The child was considering how best to explain to the two male dragons what exactly a bubble was, when the unmistakable voice of Grith completely detonated the lingering echoes of Pistoth and Aveleth's soft voices. Indivara, however, was smug in the fact that Grith rarely managed to startle her any more. She supposed she simply lived expecting the intrusion. Or perhaps her eleven turns of being surrounded by dragons, and most notably Grith, had prepared her for the obnoxious little green's loud voice. Not that the silly beast meant to be obnoxious or rude; she was far too sweet to be painful on purpose. Indivara smiled, her lips twisting up at the corners as the green landed and joined the little gathering.
Indivara laughed softly as Grith's joy popped just like the bubble that had touched her nose, and the child drew herself up regally, caring in one hand the cup of bubble liquid, and in the other her wand for blowing them. Walking easily over to the green, Indivara kissed Grith lightly on her sulking nose, and smiled cheerfully. "Fear not, Grith! There are more where that came from!" Leaping backwards gracefully in preparation for another mood swing from the dragon, Indivara dunked the wand in the liquid, and rose it to her lips, blowing another stream of bubbles that glittered and sparkled as they dipped and danced around Grith's face.
"These," Indivara started, her attention returning to the two blue's with a small smile, "are bubbles." Still focused on them, she blew another trail, watching as dozens of them danced on the breeze, around the dragons and up into the air. Some dipped closer to the ground, and would burst upon the grass, a few actually managed to land and hold their form for a while. Indivara smiled lazily, filling the air with bubbles, using so much breath she ended up feeling slightly dizzy and gave a delighted little giggle.
