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!
21.Jul.13, 02:12 PM
Faredin's day was not starting off well. It had seemed promising when he'd woken up after a good night's sleep and gone about his morning routine as usual, Bo nuzzling into the back of his neck with sleepy chirps. Faredin quite liked mornings and was eager to out and about his day.
But when he went to reach for his shoes, he was confronted by a- a wherry, of all things, wearing a sign with the number 5 on it. The creature was crouched over his shoes and pecking at the articles like its new mission in life was to take them apart. "Hey!" He yelled, clapping his hands and flapping them at the thing to shoo it off. Faredin made it a point to take good care of his stuff and he was not going to let a bird with more feathers than brains ruin it.
Unfortunately, the bird disagreed. It hissed threateningly, mantling over its new chew toys, and darted its beak at Faredin's hand when it got close enough. The boy drew it back quickly enough to avoid more than a shallow scratch, but his hiss of pain was enough to stir the firelizard clinging to his back.
In a rare burst of energy, Bo launched into flight and dove at the wherry, intent on driving it away from his human. The wherry squawked and stumbled into a panicked run, one shoe still dangling from his beak. And that was how they entered the main hall: sock-clad boy chasing red-eyed brown firelizard chasing shoe-stealing wherry.
Unfortunately, upon entering, Faredin discovered his wherry was not alone. He came to this conclusion when his unshod feet promptly found one of the 'presents' left behind. Hand still stinging and foot bottom now unpleasantly squishy, he gave a heavy sigh that couldn't possibly convey the depths of his tribulations, and stilled as his eyes fell on Quenym.
Alright, so the other boy wasn't showing any obvious signs of being the guilty party -yet- but this seemed to Faredin like it could be one of his works. But by the time he padded over to the other boy, the only thing he had to say was a puzzled "How did you do it?" Because herding ten wherries couldn't have been easy at all.
But when he went to reach for his shoes, he was confronted by a- a wherry, of all things, wearing a sign with the number 5 on it. The creature was crouched over his shoes and pecking at the articles like its new mission in life was to take them apart. "Hey!" He yelled, clapping his hands and flapping them at the thing to shoo it off. Faredin made it a point to take good care of his stuff and he was not going to let a bird with more feathers than brains ruin it.
Unfortunately, the bird disagreed. It hissed threateningly, mantling over its new chew toys, and darted its beak at Faredin's hand when it got close enough. The boy drew it back quickly enough to avoid more than a shallow scratch, but his hiss of pain was enough to stir the firelizard clinging to his back.
In a rare burst of energy, Bo launched into flight and dove at the wherry, intent on driving it away from his human. The wherry squawked and stumbled into a panicked run, one shoe still dangling from his beak. And that was how they entered the main hall: sock-clad boy chasing red-eyed brown firelizard chasing shoe-stealing wherry.
Unfortunately, upon entering, Faredin discovered his wherry was not alone. He came to this conclusion when his unshod feet promptly found one of the 'presents' left behind. Hand still stinging and foot bottom now unpleasantly squishy, he gave a heavy sigh that couldn't possibly convey the depths of his tribulations, and stilled as his eyes fell on Quenym.
Alright, so the other boy wasn't showing any obvious signs of being the guilty party -yet- but this seemed to Faredin like it could be one of his works. But by the time he padded over to the other boy, the only thing he had to say was a puzzled "How did you do it?" Because herding ten wherries couldn't have been easy at all.
