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!
04.Dec.12, 07:24 PM
Aparicus was not sure if it was a blessing or a curse when her little Cinnamon started spitting and hissing at the window, wings half spread and looking for the world ready to fight whatever was upsetting him outside. If that hadn’t been enough to make her pale, the bronze voice that broadcasted afterwards was enough to make her drop the jar of seeds she’d been holding to shatter on the floor as she quickly covered her ears with a wince of pain – of course, it didn’t help at all.
The last thing she wanted to do was hurry to the window to see what on earth was going on, no she’d much rather run in the opposite direction of that angry, upset voice that made her head pound. But there was Cinnamon, nearly as upset as the voice in her head, spitting and sputtering and screeching himself. She was picking up on mixed emotions from the voice in her head as well as the little thing at the window. Fear, Distrust, Anger… It was everything she could do to grab a hand towel and move to the window to bundle up Cinnamon so that she could drag him away from the view without him clawing at her, not that he’d ever done such a thing – she’d also never seen him so upset.
“Shhh….” She said, trying to hush him, though at the window she found her heart stopped and her breath held short as the Weyrleader’s own great bronze dragon tore a hole through the healer’s hall. “By the Shell…” She breathed, her eyes wide as she hastily backed up. Why was the dragon attacking? But dragon’s didn’t attack people! Did they? The thought of the damage they could do as baby’s on the hatching sands paled in comparison to what that great beast would be able to do to a person if he actually managed to pull one from the destruction he was causing.
It was the sound of B’jin’s voice through the door as he gathered the candidate’s from the Craft Hall that caught her attention. Certainly at this time being with a group would be safer than being alone… And MUCH safer than being in the healer’s hall! Hurrying through the door with her upset little firelizard clutched in her arms, she made haste to follow him and his group.
Twice she’d looked back to stare in fear and wonder at the Weyrleader’s bronze until it caused her to actually bump into Nejerc. Letting out an ‘eep’ of surprise, she quickly backed up again, hugging her lizard closer as she turned her attention to the growing group of people around her. Goodness, this was as uncomfortable as being alone… The color had not returned to her face, but as people began asking questions she did her best to actually listen and not stumble away for a more secluded corner.
The last thing she wanted to do was hurry to the window to see what on earth was going on, no she’d much rather run in the opposite direction of that angry, upset voice that made her head pound. But there was Cinnamon, nearly as upset as the voice in her head, spitting and sputtering and screeching himself. She was picking up on mixed emotions from the voice in her head as well as the little thing at the window. Fear, Distrust, Anger… It was everything she could do to grab a hand towel and move to the window to bundle up Cinnamon so that she could drag him away from the view without him clawing at her, not that he’d ever done such a thing – she’d also never seen him so upset.
“Shhh….” She said, trying to hush him, though at the window she found her heart stopped and her breath held short as the Weyrleader’s own great bronze dragon tore a hole through the healer’s hall. “By the Shell…” She breathed, her eyes wide as she hastily backed up. Why was the dragon attacking? But dragon’s didn’t attack people! Did they? The thought of the damage they could do as baby’s on the hatching sands paled in comparison to what that great beast would be able to do to a person if he actually managed to pull one from the destruction he was causing.
It was the sound of B’jin’s voice through the door as he gathered the candidate’s from the Craft Hall that caught her attention. Certainly at this time being with a group would be safer than being alone… And MUCH safer than being in the healer’s hall! Hurrying through the door with her upset little firelizard clutched in her arms, she made haste to follow him and his group.
Twice she’d looked back to stare in fear and wonder at the Weyrleader’s bronze until it caused her to actually bump into Nejerc. Letting out an ‘eep’ of surprise, she quickly backed up again, hugging her lizard closer as she turned her attention to the growing group of people around her. Goodness, this was as uncomfortable as being alone… The color had not returned to her face, but as people began asking questions she did her best to actually listen and not stumble away for a more secluded corner.
