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!
29.Aug.12, 06:29 AM
Feel better now, love? Astoreth asked curiously. She lay in a pile outside, her glossy green hide mixing neatly with the thick-bladed grass beneath her. Her tail swished from side to side and her eyes sparkled a contented shade of blue. Her question was largely rhetorical and almost sarcastic; after an eventful morning, A'liran was prickly and prowling for something to get his mind off of their earlier escapades.
That's your word for it? 'Prickly'? A'liran asked indignantly as he power walked into the dining caverns, his grey eyes focused only on the breakfast tables. He was among the last this morning, which wasn't unusual. A'liran preferred the nighttime hours to the early morning, though it sharding figured that the one day he got up to do his exercise early instead of late, he just so happened to be grievously delayed.
Not as 'prickly' as you were an hour ago Astoreth teased lightly. She could have laughed warmly to herself, had she the proper anatomy. A'liran puffed up just a little bit, but after a moment of consideration and a helpful image from his dragon, he had to admit that it was pretty funny.
Bitch he said as he dismissed the image, that of him covered in the long, pointed briers of some local plant that must have been related to the north's Needlethorn. Shards, was it annoying. After his unfortunate slip, it had taken nearly forty minutes for the healer he'd seen to get them all out of his legs. A'liran scowled as he walked, trying not to encourage the beast by actually laughing at her imagines.
Astoreth smiled in his mind, then relented. Sorry she said with aloofness, as if distancing herself from the childish act. I couldn't help myself. She knew that her rider's dignity was valuable to him, so it was best to not push it too far. It was good to get a jab in and get him to smile, too...even if his smile was as internal as hers was.
Yes, yes A'liran thought. He maintained his grumpy exterior as he made his plate and seated himself, but after a moment he couldn't help but finally grin, just for a moment! Love ya, baby girl.
That's your word for it? 'Prickly'? A'liran asked indignantly as he power walked into the dining caverns, his grey eyes focused only on the breakfast tables. He was among the last this morning, which wasn't unusual. A'liran preferred the nighttime hours to the early morning, though it sharding figured that the one day he got up to do his exercise early instead of late, he just so happened to be grievously delayed.
Not as 'prickly' as you were an hour ago Astoreth teased lightly. She could have laughed warmly to herself, had she the proper anatomy. A'liran puffed up just a little bit, but after a moment of consideration and a helpful image from his dragon, he had to admit that it was pretty funny.
Bitch he said as he dismissed the image, that of him covered in the long, pointed briers of some local plant that must have been related to the north's Needlethorn. Shards, was it annoying. After his unfortunate slip, it had taken nearly forty minutes for the healer he'd seen to get them all out of his legs. A'liran scowled as he walked, trying not to encourage the beast by actually laughing at her imagines.
Astoreth smiled in his mind, then relented. Sorry she said with aloofness, as if distancing herself from the childish act. I couldn't help myself. She knew that her rider's dignity was valuable to him, so it was best to not push it too far. It was good to get a jab in and get him to smile, too...even if his smile was as internal as hers was.
Yes, yes A'liran thought. He maintained his grumpy exterior as he made his plate and seated himself, but after a moment he couldn't help but finally grin, just for a moment! Love ya, baby girl.
