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!
02.Sep.13, 03:39 PM
Z'ia wasn't one to be moved by tears, infact he was (in secret, anyway) far more inclined to creating them. But publicity called for his public features, and without thinking, Z'ia reached out gently to wrap an arm around Ameris' shoulders, tugging the distraught woman into a hug, and holding her whether she wanted to be or not. His hands were gentle as he shifted them onto her shoulders and leaned her back a little, forcing her to look at him so that he knew she was litening to what he was saying. "Ameris," there was really no time to get excited about ranks, and while Z'ia had no desire to be on friendly terms with weyrlings - let alone another gold - he was uniquely qualified to assist her in her current situation.
"Ameris. I need you to calm down." His voice was soft but insistant, dark green eyes bright and intense as he stared up at her, dark brown hair plastered to his head so the curls were long gone; Aveleth's wing spread over their head was preventing them from getting any wetter, but the bare chested little bluerider had still been damp from his swim before the skies opened above them. The rain that had caught him had rendered him soaked once more, though he ignored the droplets that were trickling dow his back and chest as he focused on the woman. "Dragons feed off our emotions, you must be calm. She's afraid, your fear will make her more so." Above their heads, Aveleth crooned gently, eyes swirling anxiously as he peered through the rainstorm, the clash of both thunder and lightning over head mostly ignored by the dragon.
Aveleth was, indeed, one to cower at almost any reason, but he was also capable of being fierce and protective, though such times were few and far between; Aveleth was far more likely to being protect, than to do the protecting. Z'ia soothed his own dragon quietly in the back of his mind while Aveleth kept an eye out for where Mizeath might have gone; she would be safe, as she was in the Weyr proper, and so they could afford a few moments for Z'ia to focus his attention upon Ameris. No one would hurt a gold dragonet, and as frightened as she was, Z'ia highly doubted the little one would throw herself between. Dragons were made of tougher stuff than that!
"Hey, hey," Z'ia released one shoulder to brush at Ameris' cheek, unsure if the dampness was rain or tears, but sure it was the latter though he made no comment about it, and lowered his hands to hold her, squeezing them reassuringly. "She'll be fine, just breathe for a moment. You know Aveleth, right?" He nodded towards Aveleth, who crooned softly in greeting, his eyes trained on a single building,She's in there, Z'ia, . "He's really easy to spook too, and I lost him a lot as a baby. You need to be calm, when they are afraid. You need to be the soothing and strong and reassuring. Can you do that?" Only when he was absolutely sure she wouldn't cause more harm than good, would Z'ia be tempted to let the girl's hands go.
"Ameris. I need you to calm down." His voice was soft but insistant, dark green eyes bright and intense as he stared up at her, dark brown hair plastered to his head so the curls were long gone; Aveleth's wing spread over their head was preventing them from getting any wetter, but the bare chested little bluerider had still been damp from his swim before the skies opened above them. The rain that had caught him had rendered him soaked once more, though he ignored the droplets that were trickling dow his back and chest as he focused on the woman. "Dragons feed off our emotions, you must be calm. She's afraid, your fear will make her more so." Above their heads, Aveleth crooned gently, eyes swirling anxiously as he peered through the rainstorm, the clash of both thunder and lightning over head mostly ignored by the dragon.
Aveleth was, indeed, one to cower at almost any reason, but he was also capable of being fierce and protective, though such times were few and far between; Aveleth was far more likely to being protect, than to do the protecting. Z'ia soothed his own dragon quietly in the back of his mind while Aveleth kept an eye out for where Mizeath might have gone; she would be safe, as she was in the Weyr proper, and so they could afford a few moments for Z'ia to focus his attention upon Ameris. No one would hurt a gold dragonet, and as frightened as she was, Z'ia highly doubted the little one would throw herself between. Dragons were made of tougher stuff than that!
"Hey, hey," Z'ia released one shoulder to brush at Ameris' cheek, unsure if the dampness was rain or tears, but sure it was the latter though he made no comment about it, and lowered his hands to hold her, squeezing them reassuringly. "She'll be fine, just breathe for a moment. You know Aveleth, right?" He nodded towards Aveleth, who crooned softly in greeting, his eyes trained on a single building,
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
