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!
19.Jun.13, 08:55 AM
Indivara was perched on Krypth’s foreleg, one of her own to each side of the gold dragon’s limb, leaning back against the side of her shoulder with arms folded over her rather obnoxiously large belly. Indivara was insanely uncomfortable, and the girl’s features were twisted into something somewhere between a sulky pout and a grimace of discomfort. The child in her belly was intent on kicking her consistently, shifting and moving around and attacking her ribs, or her bladder, or some other part of her anatomy that was unused to and displeased with the constant attacks.
The day prior had been particularly traumatic for the girl; when she’d been visiting Par’a, she’d been having awful cramps for most of the day, and when the child placed a particularly powerful kick right in the centre of her bladder, Indivara had wet herself. Both women had been convinced her water had broken and there had been hysterics until the event was figured out, and Indivara had slunk off in shame to bathe while Par’a tried valiantly to convince the girl that it was nothing out of the ordinary, and how could she possibly have helped it? Indivara made her promise – promise – not to tell anyone, and was eternally thankful that Grith had been completely absorbed with being painted at the time, and missed the entire event.
Dressed in an oversized shirt the girl had stolen off one of her taller friends, and wearing a pair of undone and low-riding pants, she watched as the candidates entered the Sands with a sour expression. Her right hand pressed down firmly on part of her stomach, shoving at the baby-foot imprinted on the skin as the child ran its foot across the length of her stomach with enough force to be visible. Looking at it made the girl’s skin crawl and the desire to puke rear its head, so she focused on glaring at Okalinath.
“The fuck?” Indivara grumbled to Krypth and Jada, as both the other dragons went spastic and sent their riders scurrying in all directions. The gold dragon just rumbled a laugh and Jada seemed preoccupied with something, so Indivara slumped back against Krypth once more and pet Blood Sucker gently when the little blue landed on her belly and leaned forward to lick her nose. The girl gave a half-hearted wave back to Ryvian, and watched sulkily as he zoned in on an egg. She was so sick of being barred from the Sands!
They can’t stop you, after your baby, Krypth pointed out reasonably, and Indivara just huffed. She was starting to doubt the little bastard would ever be born!
The day prior had been particularly traumatic for the girl; when she’d been visiting Par’a, she’d been having awful cramps for most of the day, and when the child placed a particularly powerful kick right in the centre of her bladder, Indivara had wet herself. Both women had been convinced her water had broken and there had been hysterics until the event was figured out, and Indivara had slunk off in shame to bathe while Par’a tried valiantly to convince the girl that it was nothing out of the ordinary, and how could she possibly have helped it? Indivara made her promise – promise – not to tell anyone, and was eternally thankful that Grith had been completely absorbed with being painted at the time, and missed the entire event.
Dressed in an oversized shirt the girl had stolen off one of her taller friends, and wearing a pair of undone and low-riding pants, she watched as the candidates entered the Sands with a sour expression. Her right hand pressed down firmly on part of her stomach, shoving at the baby-foot imprinted on the skin as the child ran its foot across the length of her stomach with enough force to be visible. Looking at it made the girl’s skin crawl and the desire to puke rear its head, so she focused on glaring at Okalinath.
“The fuck?” Indivara grumbled to Krypth and Jada, as both the other dragons went spastic and sent their riders scurrying in all directions. The gold dragon just rumbled a laugh and Jada seemed preoccupied with something, so Indivara slumped back against Krypth once more and pet Blood Sucker gently when the little blue landed on her belly and leaned forward to lick her nose. The girl gave a half-hearted wave back to Ryvian, and watched sulkily as he zoned in on an egg. She was so sick of being barred from the Sands!
