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!
03.Mar.13, 03:15 PM
The relief that Oahvakeen was longing for, and that should have come, didn't come when R'ana spoke next. The thought that he had gotten her into all of this was still just as permeating as ever, and there was nothing he could do about it. "Please check....", he tried to beg and insist firmly and gently and with all sorts of emotions that he wished to convey and felt himself all at the same time. But she seemed to be doing so already, without his prodding, and reported back her condition. Just a pinned arm... And she held his hand with her free arm. He felt honored and humbled.
He wasn't sure what to say about her taking offense. "Oh, okay.", he responded, slowly. "Oh, I'm sorry.", he tried to add clubsily. "Who-Oh, oh..."
At last, she was talking, and he could be silent in the mercy of her controling the conversation. "Those are men rider positions. Why are you scared of male riders? We're not out to hurt anyonre, in fact, we're just as scared of you female riders. We're afraid you're not going to notice us, or you'll get mad at us for something we didn't even realize we did wrong. We're scared of messing up and looking bad in fear that you will label us a misfit and ignore us forever..."
"NO!!!! No! No. Don't sleep. You can't sleep. It's bad for us to be hurt, we can't sleep right now, we might not wake up. We have to stay awake. We have to keep talking so we can stay awake. "
"Don't say you're sorry, it just makes me feel worse. I'm sorry. It was my fault."
Suddenly, the woman R'ana was speaking loudly, too loudly for his ears, and he moved to cover them, but found out he could not, as he scraped his skin on the inside of his rock-cave as he attempted to do so. It dawned on him what she was doing, now, and that some form of help had arrived. "I'm here, too! And R'ana! Who are you? I'm sorry! ", he shouted, too. He felt it was important to prove that R'ana wasn't talking about a ficticous person to the help, and that he was alive.
"No, it just never happened. It might be nice, but only if Shanith doesn't mind. I haven't hear of anyone getting eaten by an angry dragon, but I wouldn't want to be the first. Do dragons eat people? What do dragons eat, anyways? Oh, right. What did it feel like when you bonded, when you impressed? How did you know Shanith was the right one? "
"I should have gone to the bathroom....", his voice dropped to a squeak.
