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!
22.Mar.13, 11:59 PM
One of the most difficult tasks in the Weyr was not waking up one person, but trying to wake up two who had likely been up into the early hours of the morning. Since there was no one else in their bed or near the vicinity of their bed, there stood the slight possibility that the twins hadn't thrown themselves a small party the night before. However, Nyvian was still slow to get up. He doubted Ryvian fared any better. His mind was still asleep while his body went through the motions of getting appropriately dressed. Shells, he was so tired it was hard to think that he was being woken up for the Hatching. A Hatching. Shells, what number was this one now?
He asked Ryvian - all he got in turn was a push out the front door so they could head over to the Hatching Sands. On his way there he began to more fully awake and become alert. The adrenaline rush lasted about an hour, and when the eggs seemed to halt in the middle of Hatching, Nyvian gave in to the urge to lean on his brother. He dozed off against Ryvian's shoulder for who knows how long, and his brother had little choice in letting his twin take total advantage of him. Ryvian was far more awake than his twin by this point, and Nyvian was roused a little bit later to partake in some gossip... and mostly to shift around to Ryvian could actually get comfortable.
Shame that Ryvian had to be such a sharding movable pillow. As the hours dragged on, Nyvian indulged himself in gossiping with his brother, and the pair proved to be fairly entertaining. There was rarely a dull moment with them, and while Nyvian was still tired, Ryvian dragged him out of his sleepiness enough to take in what was happening. They were at a Hatching! A terribly slow Hatching, mind you, but shardit, this was his chance to Impress and he was spending it napping and -- "You know, Mevrit had twins and I swear her boobs don't look any bigger than they were before she was pregnant." Gossiping.
Oddly, since he had all the time to talk for the past couple of hours, when he got in a downright gossipy mood was when the eggs began to hatch. Now he was awake, and anxiously watching as the first dragonet hatched. A little Green, which he wouldn't be opposed to having. Any dragon would do at this point! Of course, he heard flights could be a royal pain in the ass...
Briefly, he considered the idea of stepping away from Ryvian, so to give the dragonets one less thing to be confused over. Shells, it was a good idea. Standing together in the past clearly hadn't worked, but even now Nyvian couldn't quite pry himself from his twins' side. He had managed it in the Touching, but his rebellious streak had been short lived.
He asked Ryvian - all he got in turn was a push out the front door so they could head over to the Hatching Sands. On his way there he began to more fully awake and become alert. The adrenaline rush lasted about an hour, and when the eggs seemed to halt in the middle of Hatching, Nyvian gave in to the urge to lean on his brother. He dozed off against Ryvian's shoulder for who knows how long, and his brother had little choice in letting his twin take total advantage of him. Ryvian was far more awake than his twin by this point, and Nyvian was roused a little bit later to partake in some gossip... and mostly to shift around to Ryvian could actually get comfortable.
Shame that Ryvian had to be such a sharding movable pillow. As the hours dragged on, Nyvian indulged himself in gossiping with his brother, and the pair proved to be fairly entertaining. There was rarely a dull moment with them, and while Nyvian was still tired, Ryvian dragged him out of his sleepiness enough to take in what was happening. They were at a Hatching! A terribly slow Hatching, mind you, but shardit, this was his chance to Impress and he was spending it napping and -- "You know, Mevrit had twins and I swear her boobs don't look any bigger than they were before she was pregnant." Gossiping.
Oddly, since he had all the time to talk for the past couple of hours, when he got in a downright gossipy mood was when the eggs began to hatch. Now he was awake, and anxiously watching as the first dragonet hatched. A little Green, which he wouldn't be opposed to having. Any dragon would do at this point! Of course, he heard flights could be a royal pain in the ass...
Briefly, he considered the idea of stepping away from Ryvian, so to give the dragonets one less thing to be confused over. Shells, it was a good idea. Standing together in the past clearly hadn't worked, but even now Nyvian couldn't quite pry himself from his twins' side. He had managed it in the Touching, but his rebellious streak had been short lived.
