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!
02.Oct.12, 09:32 AM
S'kef smiled one last time, eyes shining with ambition and cunning pleasure as he watched the little gold and her new rider leave the sands. He'd been nervous about Tyrrisath's clutch; browns rarely caught golds, and there had been plenty of unfavorable whispers after the flight. What sort of clutch would a gorged gold and a brown produce? The rumors and mockery only got worse when the clutch was actually laid. A mere six eggs, all undersized, was hardly promising.
The first three eggs had revealed only greens. S'kef fidget uncomfortably during the early parts of the hatching, glancing towards the young goldrider beside him only to be disappointed to see that it wasn't J'ver. He'd still dismissed J'ver out of social obligation, but if appearances hadn't mattered, he'd gladly have taken the greenrider at his side during those pivotal minutes.
When J'ver approached after the hatching was over, S'kef greeted him with the most devilish of smiles. S'kef's elation over the little gold could only barely hide the brief shimmer of affection that also appeared, albeit briefly, on his often stoic face. "J'ver," he said, quickly dismissing himself from Jada and walking to meet J'ver. S'kef could see the precious determination in the greenrider's face, a willful demand for S'kef's attention. S'kef could tell that J'ver would not be easily deterred again, but for once, S'kef was happy to give the man what he wanted without a fight. S'kef didn't want to send him away. Appearances be damned, he scooped J'ver into his arms and kissed his cheek. It wouldn't matter anyhow; all eyes were on the newly hatched queenling.
"Look at this, love," he whispered excitedly in J'ver's ear. "Tyrrisath has given us a great gift. How long will the Weyrleader be able to ignore me now?" He was no fool. Siring a gold, while not any direct form of power, was certainly prestigious. S'kef would get noticed again; if not by D'ren, than at least by everyone else.
S'kef peeled away from J'ver, lest he get too affectionate in public. "Look," he said, nodding his head towards Tyrrisath as the brown gave a polite farewell croon to Krypth and rose to his feet. "It looks like Tyrrisath is returning to his leading lady." Tyrrisath rumbled in agreement as he made his way over to Rilaleeyth, flopping down neatly in the sand beside her and twining his neck around hers. Krypth is a means to an end he said gruffly, glad to be done with the fatherhood ordeal. What a pain. Now he could recline comfortably next to his sweet green again.
For the first time in a while, S'kef felt true happiness rolling off of his dragon. Tyrrisath was often content, but his emotions weren't exactly intense most of the time. It gave S'kef an unusual jolt of energy. He reached out and clapped J'ver on the shoulder. "I'd say today went well," he said, eyeing the greenrider conspiratorially.
The first three eggs had revealed only greens. S'kef fidget uncomfortably during the early parts of the hatching, glancing towards the young goldrider beside him only to be disappointed to see that it wasn't J'ver. He'd still dismissed J'ver out of social obligation, but if appearances hadn't mattered, he'd gladly have taken the greenrider at his side during those pivotal minutes.
When J'ver approached after the hatching was over, S'kef greeted him with the most devilish of smiles. S'kef's elation over the little gold could only barely hide the brief shimmer of affection that also appeared, albeit briefly, on his often stoic face. "J'ver," he said, quickly dismissing himself from Jada and walking to meet J'ver. S'kef could see the precious determination in the greenrider's face, a willful demand for S'kef's attention. S'kef could tell that J'ver would not be easily deterred again, but for once, S'kef was happy to give the man what he wanted without a fight. S'kef didn't want to send him away. Appearances be damned, he scooped J'ver into his arms and kissed his cheek. It wouldn't matter anyhow; all eyes were on the newly hatched queenling.
"Look at this, love," he whispered excitedly in J'ver's ear. "Tyrrisath has given us a great gift. How long will the Weyrleader be able to ignore me now?" He was no fool. Siring a gold, while not any direct form of power, was certainly prestigious. S'kef would get noticed again; if not by D'ren, than at least by everyone else.
S'kef peeled away from J'ver, lest he get too affectionate in public. "Look," he said, nodding his head towards Tyrrisath as the brown gave a polite farewell croon to Krypth and rose to his feet. "It looks like Tyrrisath is returning to his leading lady." Tyrrisath rumbled in agreement as he made his way over to Rilaleeyth, flopping down neatly in the sand beside her and twining his neck around hers. Krypth is a means to an end he said gruffly, glad to be done with the fatherhood ordeal. What a pain. Now he could recline comfortably next to his sweet green again.
For the first time in a while, S'kef felt true happiness rolling off of his dragon. Tyrrisath was often content, but his emotions weren't exactly intense most of the time. It gave S'kef an unusual jolt of energy. He reached out and clapped J'ver on the shoulder. "I'd say today went well," he said, eyeing the greenrider conspiratorially.
