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!
03.Jul.13, 01:02 PM
"It's not even fishing when you scare them all away," M'din huffed as the closest approximation to grumpiness he could manage masked his face. The brownrider carried a small net and bucket as he trudged along the river's edge, pouting to the soaked dragon who trailed behind him gleefully.
Armath snarked, unconcerned with projecting his voice,I was helping you. He nudged at M'din's shoulder as he crawled, tickled that he could manage to foil his bonded despite their numerous turns together. I mean, you certainly weren't going to catch anything in that holey blanket of yours, so I stepped in to take care of business.
"You ate them!" M'din shouted, whirling around to smack Armath affectionately on the neck. The rider had been determined to catch some fresh fish for dinner, as he certainly couldn't contribute to the cooking aspect of the meal, but the early morning sojourn to the river had devolved into an extended swimming trip for Armath. The brown had slunk into the water, ignoring M'din's begged protests, and began snapping at anything foolish enough to swim near his snout. After almost an hour of watching his dragon snack, M'din packed up to find a new fishing spot upstream. Although he was loathe to admit it, the brownrider found the whole exasperating exchange rather amusing.
"It's hard enough to get out of bed at this hour, much less to go fish, so you'd better help me catch-"
M'din's voice cut off abruptly as he stumbled into a clearing near the water, almost tripping on the body of a small girl. After a brief moment of horror, he saw the bruised child was breathing, but he dropped to his knees still fearing the worst. "Are you all right?" he asked her, concerned beyond his wildest nightmares to find an injured girl alone by the river. He was terrified that something atrocious had happened to her, and was fully prepared to take her between on Armath for a rushed delivery to the Infirmary.
Armath snarked, unconcerned with projecting his voice,
"You ate them!" M'din shouted, whirling around to smack Armath affectionately on the neck. The rider had been determined to catch some fresh fish for dinner, as he certainly couldn't contribute to the cooking aspect of the meal, but the early morning sojourn to the river had devolved into an extended swimming trip for Armath. The brown had slunk into the water, ignoring M'din's begged protests, and began snapping at anything foolish enough to swim near his snout. After almost an hour of watching his dragon snack, M'din packed up to find a new fishing spot upstream. Although he was loathe to admit it, the brownrider found the whole exasperating exchange rather amusing.
"It's hard enough to get out of bed at this hour, much less to go fish, so you'd better help me catch-"
M'din's voice cut off abruptly as he stumbled into a clearing near the water, almost tripping on the body of a small girl. After a brief moment of horror, he saw the bruised child was breathing, but he dropped to his knees still fearing the worst. "Are you all right?" he asked her, concerned beyond his wildest nightmares to find an injured girl alone by the river. He was terrified that something atrocious had happened to her, and was fully prepared to take her between on Armath for a rushed delivery to the Infirmary.
