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!
26.Mar.13, 02:39 PM
It had been one of the nights where Oahvakeen felt restless, alert, and unable to sleep. He decided he'd rather spend his time at the forge making dragon figurines than wrestling the covers and kneading the mattress with his rolling about. He'd dressed in the dark and headed back to the crafter hall. There, he worked into the wee hours of the morning, and finally returned home. He slipped into bed easily this time, not bothering to take off his clothes.
And then he was woken up an hour later for some kind of emergency. He'd thought there was a fire and they were all being ushered out of the Weyr. He'd followed the crowds, but when the crowds ended up in the hatching sands, he felt confused. He watched everyone watch the sands. And then he watched the sands. And then dread filled his stomach. It wasn't a fire, it was a hatching. He tried to stay away from everyone in a corner. And when the eggs stopped hatching, another sense of dread filled his stomach. Had all the eggs died? "They're dead...", he'd whispered. And then he'd run off to the bathrooms to evacuate his dinner at the thought of all those dead bodies entombed in shells, and how angry the gold would be that no one had helped. When he'd returned to everyone peacefully eating in the mess hall, he felt confused as ever. He decided that he was dreaming, found a corner, and began to snooze with his arms on the table and his face in his arms. It wasn't long before a line of drool snaked its way onto the table.
He was woken up again by a shuffling of the crowds. Mindless, and determined to do whatever was easiest, he followed. They ended up on the hatching sands again. A green dragon hatched legs first. He stared, horrified. A zombie dragon? A man went to assist it hatch and it hurried off in the opposite direction as fast as it could go. Dragons were hatching and running everywhere now. Zombie dragons. His face had turned a shade of pale avacado green. His overactive imagination had seized his sleep-deprived mind. He was distracted by a woman, Indivara, and watched horrified as she swore up and down about things he could not comprehend. Was this what hatching did to the women? Were they hating their peers? Indivara seemed to continue to spew angry things, and then ran away.
Oh, were they leaving now? He followed Indivara, dumbfounded, and too tired to think on his own. When he reached closer to where his dwelling place was, he turned and strode towards it, eyes barely open. He didn't remember collapsing onto his bed, clothes and shoes still on, and falling asleep again.
And then he was woken up an hour later for some kind of emergency. He'd thought there was a fire and they were all being ushered out of the Weyr. He'd followed the crowds, but when the crowds ended up in the hatching sands, he felt confused. He watched everyone watch the sands. And then he watched the sands. And then dread filled his stomach. It wasn't a fire, it was a hatching. He tried to stay away from everyone in a corner. And when the eggs stopped hatching, another sense of dread filled his stomach. Had all the eggs died? "They're dead...", he'd whispered. And then he'd run off to the bathrooms to evacuate his dinner at the thought of all those dead bodies entombed in shells, and how angry the gold would be that no one had helped. When he'd returned to everyone peacefully eating in the mess hall, he felt confused as ever. He decided that he was dreaming, found a corner, and began to snooze with his arms on the table and his face in his arms. It wasn't long before a line of drool snaked its way onto the table.
He was woken up again by a shuffling of the crowds. Mindless, and determined to do whatever was easiest, he followed. They ended up on the hatching sands again. A green dragon hatched legs first. He stared, horrified. A zombie dragon? A man went to assist it hatch and it hurried off in the opposite direction as fast as it could go. Dragons were hatching and running everywhere now. Zombie dragons. His face had turned a shade of pale avacado green. His overactive imagination had seized his sleep-deprived mind. He was distracted by a woman, Indivara, and watched horrified as she swore up and down about things he could not comprehend. Was this what hatching did to the women? Were they hating their peers? Indivara seemed to continue to spew angry things, and then ran away.
Oh, were they leaving now? He followed Indivara, dumbfounded, and too tired to think on his own. When he reached closer to where his dwelling place was, he turned and strode towards it, eyes barely open. He didn't remember collapsing onto his bed, clothes and shoes still on, and falling asleep again.
