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!
12.Nov.12, 05:49 AM
Aparicus had managed to perfect sitting at the cooking fire without actually being in anyone’s way or usual path over the last few days at the camp site. Thanks to this, she was able to help prepare lunch with a few of the other women while over listening to gossip. Wrapping another meatroll carefully before placing it on a tray between her and another woman, she was in the middle of listening to such gossip about the eggs everyone had been finding and collecting (she even had one of her own!) when the dragons began reaching out to all of the candidates, telling them that they were needed upon the beach and QUICKLY!
Blinking, Aparicus stood up, her hands full of wrapping another meat roll when the other women dropped what they’d been doing to all grab meatrolls and run off toward the beach. Wait, why were they all grabbing meat rolls? Unsure, but certainly not wanting to be the last candidate present for a lesson, she put her half-done meatroll into one hand as she used the other to hike up her own skirts and sprinted after the group.
When she approached the growing group, it was everything the poor woman could do to stay out of the way and still see what was going on without bumping into another person or dragon as even the dragons seemed to be coming to see the commotion. Soon enough, however, she was past the dragons and the only danger was the people --- the people and the whole nest of eggs that seemed to be hatching between the stones on the beach.
A gasp left her mouth as she dropped her hiked up skirts to cover her lips in awe at the little flecks of color emerging that soon showed themselves to be little miniature dragons! Were these the firelizards she’d heard about back home? She’d never been able to see them as a child, her cothold being too poor and too far north, but if she had a guess, these would have been it. They were nearly perfect replicas of the dragons now standing behind the group watching with as much interest as the riders and candidates.
Another person stepped in front of her, blocking her view and she frowned. Stepping to the side, she carefully searched out another spot where she could peek around bodies and watch the little ones hatch – completely having forgotten the half-rolled meatroll in her hand.
Blinking, Aparicus stood up, her hands full of wrapping another meat roll when the other women dropped what they’d been doing to all grab meatrolls and run off toward the beach. Wait, why were they all grabbing meat rolls? Unsure, but certainly not wanting to be the last candidate present for a lesson, she put her half-done meatroll into one hand as she used the other to hike up her own skirts and sprinted after the group.
When she approached the growing group, it was everything the poor woman could do to stay out of the way and still see what was going on without bumping into another person or dragon as even the dragons seemed to be coming to see the commotion. Soon enough, however, she was past the dragons and the only danger was the people --- the people and the whole nest of eggs that seemed to be hatching between the stones on the beach.
A gasp left her mouth as she dropped her hiked up skirts to cover her lips in awe at the little flecks of color emerging that soon showed themselves to be little miniature dragons! Were these the firelizards she’d heard about back home? She’d never been able to see them as a child, her cothold being too poor and too far north, but if she had a guess, these would have been it. They were nearly perfect replicas of the dragons now standing behind the group watching with as much interest as the riders and candidates.
Another person stepped in front of her, blocking her view and she frowned. Stepping to the side, she carefully searched out another spot where she could peek around bodies and watch the little ones hatch – completely having forgotten the half-rolled meatroll in her hand.
