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!
23.Oct.12, 09:07 AM
The Weyr was still miserable since lousing the green weyrling pair a few days prior, but the bluerider had never been one to let such events get him down; besides - they were just a couple of greens. Had it been a blue pair, like that blue Weyrling lost during his own Weyrlinghood, than Z'ia would likely have been more deeply affected by the loss. But the young man had no investment in a silly little girl and her stupid green beast, so being someber and mopey wasn't on his list of current activities. Oh, he'd bowed his head and kept to himself for the day the Weyr was in shock and horror of the event, but he'd not lingered that way by midday the following. He'd tended to his dragon, who had been sadder - but then, Aveleth was much more sensitive than Z'ia was and the young man had been more concerned about cheering his dragon up than maintaining any stupid appearances when he just didn't care. It was just a green pair! There would be six more to replace them when one of the gold's decided to rise again. It really wasn't any great loss, and for that reason, the spunky young man had decided he didn't give a crap what anyone thought; he needed some entertainment and his dragon needed a treat.
So being said, Z'ia slipped easily into the Kitchens, the tiny man bouncing between workers with a grace uniquely his own, filching cinnamon rolls as he passed and popping them into his mouth or onto the plate he was carrying on one hand, twirling and dancing through the workers, battering off their giggles and playful banter with charming words and sticky fingers. What do you think, Kiddo? Z'ia asked playfully as he skipped outside, curls bouncing around his face as he joined his blue dragon who was basking in the sun in the Gather Square.
You are ridiculous, Aveleth returned gently, his voice mellow and pleased as his rider bounced over to join him, somehow managing not to spill so much as a drop of the food he was carrying on the very overloaded platter. Ooh! Aveleth crooned sweetly, eyes swirling with pleasure as Z'ia presented the young blue with a cinnamon roll, bowing dramatically with a great flourish before popping it in the dragon's mouth, giving him a poke in the nose as he reclaimed his fingers from the beast's jaws.
"Enjoy, Kiddo, 'cause the rest is all mine!"
Aveleth snorted, eyeing both Z'ia and the plate of cinnamon rolls playfully.
So being said, Z'ia slipped easily into the Kitchens, the tiny man bouncing between workers with a grace uniquely his own, filching cinnamon rolls as he passed and popping them into his mouth or onto the plate he was carrying on one hand, twirling and dancing through the workers, battering off their giggles and playful banter with charming words and sticky fingers. What do you think, Kiddo? Z'ia asked playfully as he skipped outside, curls bouncing around his face as he joined his blue dragon who was basking in the sun in the Gather Square.
You are ridiculous, Aveleth returned gently, his voice mellow and pleased as his rider bounced over to join him, somehow managing not to spill so much as a drop of the food he was carrying on the very overloaded platter. Ooh! Aveleth crooned sweetly, eyes swirling with pleasure as Z'ia presented the young blue with a cinnamon roll, bowing dramatically with a great flourish before popping it in the dragon's mouth, giving him a poke in the nose as he reclaimed his fingers from the beast's jaws.
"Enjoy, Kiddo, 'cause the rest is all mine!"
Aveleth snorted, eyeing both Z'ia and the plate of cinnamon rolls playfully.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
