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!
08.Jul.13, 10:26 PM
The quiet after a rain was enchanting to the adventurer extraordinaire. Most everything was still and silent, the humidity of the day washed away in a terrific downpour that left the temperature rather... Perfect. Perfect for what, you might ask?
Perfect for making trouble.
Apparently it was absolutely not okay to try to feed herd beasts bubbly pies in an effort to make their meat juicer, nor was it okay to create a moat around the pen so that it was harder for any potential killing creatures to get at them (the soft mud had made it all the ever to get started, though!), and it was even more not okay to go tramping through the lower caverns to get to his room covered in the thick layer of mud he was in. Hence a sack being packed with meat rolls and a waterskin and the orders to go away until he had washed off outside in the river and not a moment sooner.
Quenym gladly obliged.
He slipped through the forest beside the trail with ease, clambering over fallen logs and through puddles, getting his feet a dubious clean if nothing else about him was.
It wasn't long before he caught the gleam of water in the pale sunlight. A grin lit his face. Water games were just as much fun as moat-building! There was always the challenge of seeing whether he could catch a fish in his bare hands, or seeing how long he could stay underwater, or even diving for curious rocks that you could sometimes find at the bottom which he liked to make piles out of in the middle of nowhere.... Just to see what people would think of them. What he really needed, though, was a partner in crime for that last one.
His mind turned over likely candidates as he drew closer, finally spotting a girl on the edge. Casa! One of the other weyrbrats, she was curious and a fun explorer like him. They could have good times together.
After he did this one thing first.
Creeping up behind her until he stood no more than a few feet away, Quenym let out a scream and dashed forward, aiming to pass right next to her, and ran out into the waters, feeling them strip the thick layer of mud that was covering his body. He turned towards the girl with a grin, wanting to see her reaction.
Perfect for making trouble.
Apparently it was absolutely not okay to try to feed herd beasts bubbly pies in an effort to make their meat juicer, nor was it okay to create a moat around the pen so that it was harder for any potential killing creatures to get at them (the soft mud had made it all the ever to get started, though!), and it was even more not okay to go tramping through the lower caverns to get to his room covered in the thick layer of mud he was in. Hence a sack being packed with meat rolls and a waterskin and the orders to go away until he had washed off outside in the river and not a moment sooner.
Quenym gladly obliged.
He slipped through the forest beside the trail with ease, clambering over fallen logs and through puddles, getting his feet a dubious clean if nothing else about him was.
It wasn't long before he caught the gleam of water in the pale sunlight. A grin lit his face. Water games were just as much fun as moat-building! There was always the challenge of seeing whether he could catch a fish in his bare hands, or seeing how long he could stay underwater, or even diving for curious rocks that you could sometimes find at the bottom which he liked to make piles out of in the middle of nowhere.... Just to see what people would think of them. What he really needed, though, was a partner in crime for that last one.
His mind turned over likely candidates as he drew closer, finally spotting a girl on the edge. Casa! One of the other weyrbrats, she was curious and a fun explorer like him. They could have good times together.
After he did this one thing first.
Creeping up behind her until he stood no more than a few feet away, Quenym let out a scream and dashed forward, aiming to pass right next to her, and ran out into the waters, feeling them strip the thick layer of mud that was covering his body. He turned towards the girl with a grin, wanting to see her reaction.
