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!
07.Dec.12, 12:44 PM
Z’ia didn’t think he’d been meant to hear about the little get together of I’shan’s that was happening in an out of the way room at a most ridiculous hour. But he had, and naturally, there was no way in the name of Faranth (or Aveleth) he was going to miss out on that little extracurricular activity! It was, however, the fact that R’nd, B’jin and (most importantly!) A’liran were all going was the end all for Z’ia. There was no way he was missing out on that particular feast!
Plague, her poison green little face rubbing adoringly against his cheek, crooned her delight as Z’ia bounced through the darkness toward the location in which he knew everyone was gathering. Aveleth had opted to stay at home and sleep (That’s why it gets dark, you know. ) But Plague was far too intrigued by Z’ia’s good mood to be left behind. Something had her human bouncing off the walls, and she wanted in! Her short human’s curly hair bounced around her lithe little body, tail wrapped tightly around Z’ia’s neck like a poisoned necklace.
Z’ia paused as he saw two people enter the room, grinning wickedly as he recognised them as B’jin and R’nd, and he skipped up the hall, slipping in the door before it was closed and watching both men’s reaction to D’hys’ presence. Oh, some people were just way too much fun! Z’ia grinned impishly at I’shan and held a finger to his lips playfully as B’jin and R’nd seated themselves, eyes laughing as D’hys’ jerked bodily away from the firelizard like the little beasty might eat him. Still grinning mischievously, Z’ia pranced over to where B’jin was seated, and leaned happily against the empty chair beside him.
Plague tilted her head questioningly as Z’ia just stood there, five feet of silence, before B’jin turned around and the firelizard shoved her face toward the man, eyeing him suspiciously as he yelped while the emotions from her human sky-rocketed with amusement. Plague chirped cheerfully and threw herself off Z’ia’s shoulder, winging around the room before landing regally on the table and prancing pointedly toward D’hys. When she reached his portion of the table, she sat down, wrapping her tail neatly around herself and stared at him without blinking.
“Me!” Z’ia chirped in response to B’jin, grinning impishly at the greenrider as he leaned back warily. Laughter was on his lips as Z’ia spun the chair around and plopped himself down on it, leaning dramatically toward B’jin.
“Ready to lose all your clothes, Greenie?” Wicked laughter toppled forth at B’jin’s horrified expression as the greenrider drew back against R’nd.
Plague, her poison green little face rubbing adoringly against his cheek, crooned her delight as Z’ia bounced through the darkness toward the location in which he knew everyone was gathering. Aveleth had opted to stay at home and sleep (That’s why it gets dark, you know. ) But Plague was far too intrigued by Z’ia’s good mood to be left behind. Something had her human bouncing off the walls, and she wanted in! Her short human’s curly hair bounced around her lithe little body, tail wrapped tightly around Z’ia’s neck like a poisoned necklace.
Z’ia paused as he saw two people enter the room, grinning wickedly as he recognised them as B’jin and R’nd, and he skipped up the hall, slipping in the door before it was closed and watching both men’s reaction to D’hys’ presence. Oh, some people were just way too much fun! Z’ia grinned impishly at I’shan and held a finger to his lips playfully as B’jin and R’nd seated themselves, eyes laughing as D’hys’ jerked bodily away from the firelizard like the little beasty might eat him. Still grinning mischievously, Z’ia pranced over to where B’jin was seated, and leaned happily against the empty chair beside him.
Plague tilted her head questioningly as Z’ia just stood there, five feet of silence, before B’jin turned around and the firelizard shoved her face toward the man, eyeing him suspiciously as he yelped while the emotions from her human sky-rocketed with amusement. Plague chirped cheerfully and threw herself off Z’ia’s shoulder, winging around the room before landing regally on the table and prancing pointedly toward D’hys. When she reached his portion of the table, she sat down, wrapping her tail neatly around herself and stared at him without blinking.
“Me!” Z’ia chirped in response to B’jin, grinning impishly at the greenrider as he leaned back warily. Laughter was on his lips as Z’ia spun the chair around and plopped himself down on it, leaning dramatically toward B’jin.
“Ready to lose all your clothes, Greenie?” Wicked laughter toppled forth at B’jin’s horrified expression as the greenrider drew back against R’nd.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
