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!
13.Mar.13, 01:26 AM
Terror was the first thing that Danny felt when the terrible little beast slithered out from under the table. She'd just been cleaning the tables, minding her own business, when a little brown...thing appeared and sent her screaming. Or, to be honest, it was more of a squeak than a scream, but loud enough to scare the living daylights out of herself. A hand flew to her mouth--the hand that was holding the dirty dishrag, to be exact. She made another, slightly strangled, little sound as she stumbled backwards, pressing herself against the nearest wall as the snake crept slowly closer and closer.
Aeldan made a little gagging noise and pulled the cloth away from her face, casting a more than a little desperate look around the dining hall hoping for rescue in some form. The thing wasn't even a tunnel snake--at least, she didn't think it was. She wasn't going to walk up to it and ask or anything--that would just be stupid. The thought never even entered her mind to bespeak her father's dragon, and the beast had always been respectful enough of her distance not to impose, so he probably had no idea that Danny was fully convinced that she was going to die, right then and there, from a stupid snakebite.
But oh! The thing was starting to move away from her! Slowly--ever so slowly--she inched towards the door out of the dining hall. It took a solid two minutes to traverse the ten or so feet with the speed she was going, one hand--now free of the dirty dishcloth--still clenched over her mouth, the other clutching around said rag and pressing against her heart as if that would do anything to keep it from beating out of her chest or up through her mouth. She really, really hated snakes.
Slipping quietly through the door outside and pausing a moment before forcing herself to peek back around the corner to make sure the snake hadn't miraculously changed trajectories and decided to come after her when she managed her daring escape.
Aeldan made a little gagging noise and pulled the cloth away from her face, casting a more than a little desperate look around the dining hall hoping for rescue in some form. The thing wasn't even a tunnel snake--at least, she didn't think it was. She wasn't going to walk up to it and ask or anything--that would just be stupid. The thought never even entered her mind to bespeak her father's dragon, and the beast had always been respectful enough of her distance not to impose, so he probably had no idea that Danny was fully convinced that she was going to die, right then and there, from a stupid snakebite.
But oh! The thing was starting to move away from her! Slowly--ever so slowly--she inched towards the door out of the dining hall. It took a solid two minutes to traverse the ten or so feet with the speed she was going, one hand--now free of the dirty dishcloth--still clenched over her mouth, the other clutching around said rag and pressing against her heart as if that would do anything to keep it from beating out of her chest or up through her mouth. She really, really hated snakes.
Slipping quietly through the door outside and pausing a moment before forcing herself to peek back around the corner to make sure the snake hadn't miraculously changed trajectories and decided to come after her when she managed her daring escape.
