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!
08.Oct.12, 12:46 PM
Ellaira could feel her muscles loosen and the pain start to fade away as her runner's high started kicking in. She smiled, lips parted to make breathing easier, and inhaled deeply as she lengthened her stride, covering the length of the ground faster. The cool-but-warming air whipped against her face as she ran her favorite path in the dawning light, almost by memory. There was almost no greater feeling in the world than that of her blood taut beneath her skin, the wind whipping past her face, and the scent of the jungle's air driving deeply into her nostrils. It brought back memories of a different green and a different wind, and the memory of a young girl's first love.
She slowed to a trot as she passed through the living huts to the Weyr proper, finally dropping from a jog into a walk, kicking her legs out as she breathed, her pulse roaring beneath her ears. The sounds of the outdoors were changing, from the calls of evening creatures to the cacophony of the dawn chorus. The voices of insects and croakers wound down, as the beautiful darters of the jungle woodlands awoke on some internal clock, the rays of the sun not yet brushing their feathers. She could identify many of them by ear, remarkable creatures that had no names. Soon her own charges would be ready to go out and about, and it would be time to tend to them. But there was nothing like starting the day with a good run, a pleasure she always remembered to enjoy.
Her breath and pulse slowly returning to normal, Ellaira laced her fingers behind her head and pointed her feet towards the healer's hall. She was not the sole keeper of the avians of the Weyr (and thank Faranth for that!), and sometimes her mornings were her own. Mornings like today. Calmly, and quite as if she had some standard business at the healer's hall - she did have two children, after all, and a body of her own - Ellaira walking into the healer's hall, noting her name on the pad for recording entrances, and marking "headache" as her ailment. She took a seat near the hallway and waited for Healer Lymsleia to call her back for her appointment.
The only headache she had, after all, was the headache of having two children - and desiring no others.
She slowed to a trot as she passed through the living huts to the Weyr proper, finally dropping from a jog into a walk, kicking her legs out as she breathed, her pulse roaring beneath her ears. The sounds of the outdoors were changing, from the calls of evening creatures to the cacophony of the dawn chorus. The voices of insects and croakers wound down, as the beautiful darters of the jungle woodlands awoke on some internal clock, the rays of the sun not yet brushing their feathers. She could identify many of them by ear, remarkable creatures that had no names. Soon her own charges would be ready to go out and about, and it would be time to tend to them. But there was nothing like starting the day with a good run, a pleasure she always remembered to enjoy.
Her breath and pulse slowly returning to normal, Ellaira laced her fingers behind her head and pointed her feet towards the healer's hall. She was not the sole keeper of the avians of the Weyr (and thank Faranth for that!), and sometimes her mornings were her own. Mornings like today. Calmly, and quite as if she had some standard business at the healer's hall - she did have two children, after all, and a body of her own - Ellaira walking into the healer's hall, noting her name on the pad for recording entrances, and marking "headache" as her ailment. She took a seat near the hallway and waited for Healer Lymsleia to call her back for her appointment.
The only headache she had, after all, was the headache of having two children - and desiring no others.
