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!
16.Oct.13, 09:08 AM
Casa waited, perhaps a smidge impatient, as the gold egg seemed to just rest there, still. It was unusual that it wasn't rocking...maybe it was getting ready to push out into the world with one big force? She'd seen a bunch of dragons do that before, so there was a good chance that was it. But the longer she waited, the more worried she got. What was going on? Why wasn't the dragonet coming out to find the person it was meant to be with?
It seemed her impatience however, was nowhere near as bad as Indivara's. Her eyes widened when the girl pushed her way up, her snotty comments loud enough to be heard by everyone. Not only was she not really meant to be up here - talking disrespectfully to a Gold rider? Testing the mother of the Clutch like that? - but then she went on to TOUCH the gold egg? Casa couldn't believe her eyes. She instantly worried about how severe of a punishment might come down on Indivara, now or in the near future.
This thought quickly left her head when the egg crumpled to nothingness. She stared in utter shock for about three seconds before she shuddered, hand against her mouth as her eyes were met with the horror therein. The half-formed rotten corpse of the gold dragon stared back up at her, and she found herself unable to move, unable to look away. The vision was seared into her head, and she stared back emptily, fighting the urge to throw up as the smell wafted up at her.
Indivara seemed to break the spell when she elbowed Casa out of the way, and the smaller girl tumbled backwards. Blinking, the smell hit her a second time, and she gagged, scuttling backwards and as far away from the disgusting sight as she could manage. She ended up on the other side of the Circuit, leaning against a wall and hyperventilating as she tried to clear the awful scent from her sinuses, her head turned away from the horror happening just beyond her.
She sat against the wall, eyes turned to stare instead at the hot sand that was beginning to burn her where she had landed when she finally stopped moving. It took a couple minutes, but she managed to fight down the bile that rose to burn at the back of her throat. After she had control of her stomach, she slowly stood up, refusing to turn back around, refusing to see the sad and twisted sight of the failed dragonet. Why hadn't it formed? Why was it dead?
These thoughts raced through her mind, and she instead went over to the crowd, careful to keep her eyes averted lest it cause her to start wanting to puke again. Shaking badly, she managed to work her way up to where O'wain was, crawling into his lap and leaning against him. A single tear slid down her cheek as she realized her first Standing as a candidate was an utter failure, guilt riding up in her as she sat there, trying not to tremble like a leaf, unable to do anything else.
It seemed her impatience however, was nowhere near as bad as Indivara's. Her eyes widened when the girl pushed her way up, her snotty comments loud enough to be heard by everyone. Not only was she not really meant to be up here - talking disrespectfully to a Gold rider? Testing the mother of the Clutch like that? - but then she went on to TOUCH the gold egg? Casa couldn't believe her eyes. She instantly worried about how severe of a punishment might come down on Indivara, now or in the near future.
This thought quickly left her head when the egg crumpled to nothingness. She stared in utter shock for about three seconds before she shuddered, hand against her mouth as her eyes were met with the horror therein. The half-formed rotten corpse of the gold dragon stared back up at her, and she found herself unable to move, unable to look away. The vision was seared into her head, and she stared back emptily, fighting the urge to throw up as the smell wafted up at her.
Indivara seemed to break the spell when she elbowed Casa out of the way, and the smaller girl tumbled backwards. Blinking, the smell hit her a second time, and she gagged, scuttling backwards and as far away from the disgusting sight as she could manage. She ended up on the other side of the Circuit, leaning against a wall and hyperventilating as she tried to clear the awful scent from her sinuses, her head turned away from the horror happening just beyond her.
She sat against the wall, eyes turned to stare instead at the hot sand that was beginning to burn her where she had landed when she finally stopped moving. It took a couple minutes, but she managed to fight down the bile that rose to burn at the back of her throat. After she had control of her stomach, she slowly stood up, refusing to turn back around, refusing to see the sad and twisted sight of the failed dragonet. Why hadn't it formed? Why was it dead?
These thoughts raced through her mind, and she instead went over to the crowd, careful to keep her eyes averted lest it cause her to start wanting to puke again. Shaking badly, she managed to work her way up to where O'wain was, crawling into his lap and leaning against him. A single tear slid down her cheek as she realized her first Standing as a candidate was an utter failure, guilt riding up in her as she sat there, trying not to tremble like a leaf, unable to do anything else.
