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.Mar.13, 06:50 PM
Isscer actually made some effort with his appearance; since the Candidate lessons had picked up, he had naturally had to give up the majority of his time in the fields. He gathered along with the others, hair combed and slightly damp, face and hands pink from the scrubbing he had given them.
As he waited his turn, Isscer couldn't help but be nervous. His fate depended on this Touching, this clutch; the ever-present worry that he could Impress nearly crippling. His knees trembled, stomach twisting into knots, but there was nothing that could be done--Candidates were expected to Stand, and he had no desire to be lashed.
It was with a careful, measured walk that Isscer approached his chosen egg, face carefully composed into a calm expression. His hand shook, betraying his nerves, as he carefully laid his palm on the eggshell. Faranth, please, just let this be over! He yearned for the day when he could go home, but the frequent clutches and Candidacies ate away at his hope. There was always the chance--slim, he thought--that there would be a hatching that wanted him as a Bonded; the searchrider that had Stolen him had been sure that he was suitable, and that was such a worrying thought it nearly had his stomach jumping to his throat. Suppressing a grimace, Isscer sighed.
As he waited his turn, Isscer couldn't help but be nervous. His fate depended on this Touching, this clutch; the ever-present worry that he could Impress nearly crippling. His knees trembled, stomach twisting into knots, but there was nothing that could be done--Candidates were expected to Stand, and he had no desire to be lashed.
It was with a careful, measured walk that Isscer approached his chosen egg, face carefully composed into a calm expression. His hand shook, betraying his nerves, as he carefully laid his palm on the eggshell. Faranth, please, just let this be over! He yearned for the day when he could go home, but the frequent clutches and Candidacies ate away at his hope. There was always the chance--slim, he thought--that there would be a hatching that wanted him as a Bonded; the searchrider that had Stolen him had been sure that he was suitable, and that was such a worrying thought it nearly had his stomach jumping to his throat. Suppressing a grimace, Isscer sighed.
