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!
29.Nov.13, 11:52 AM
Trelanvor groaned, trying to shove his face into his pillow. If whoever was snoring didn't stop he was going to personally shove his pillow down their throat! He gave a dramatic shuffling flop in frustration before flipping up into a sitting position. He took a lungful of air, preparing to bellow at whoever was snoring loud enough to wake the entire Weyr. His breath left him in a wordless rush. It wasn't snoring that was shattering what should have been a peacefully evening, but the hum of dragons. With an excited shout he jumped from his bed and landed on the floor in a heap along with his blanket. Kicking the fabric away with a muttered curse he grabbed for his candidate robe.
Trel didn't jog, he ran across the muddy ground slipping and sliding around bleary eyed weyrfolk and riders. The timing wasn't the best, but eggs and the hatchlings within had little regard for anyone's sleeping schedule. His arms windmilled as he came to a precarious halt at the entrance to the circuit. He gaze around with an exuberant grin, not quite understanding how some could still look for sleepy. The eggs were hatching! Surely the excitement would be enough to banish any sleepiness. He trembled in anticipation, the humming of the dragons melding with the chatter of the gathering crowd. A few last minute bets were being placed upon the still unbroken orbs.
The sight of B’jin and the expression on his face tempered Trel's excitement. The Greenrider didn't look thrilled to be up and having to attend a hatching. He stilled his movements as the man's gaze passed over him, sagging with relief when he was finally nodded toward. He gave the man a grateful smile as he slipped past, eyes going straight to the waiting eggs.
Trel's middle gave a nervous flip as he slipped closer to the eggs. His dragon might be among those that hatched today. Or it may not be. After so many unsuccessful hatchings he shouldn't have been excited, but he was. He couldn't help it. Dragons were hatching today and the excitement of the occasion had infected him completely. It was a special day and he gave himself over to the moment. This was not a day for doubts. It was a day for hoping for the best.
Trel didn't jog, he ran across the muddy ground slipping and sliding around bleary eyed weyrfolk and riders. The timing wasn't the best, but eggs and the hatchlings within had little regard for anyone's sleeping schedule. His arms windmilled as he came to a precarious halt at the entrance to the circuit. He gaze around with an exuberant grin, not quite understanding how some could still look for sleepy. The eggs were hatching! Surely the excitement would be enough to banish any sleepiness. He trembled in anticipation, the humming of the dragons melding with the chatter of the gathering crowd. A few last minute bets were being placed upon the still unbroken orbs.
The sight of B’jin and the expression on his face tempered Trel's excitement. The Greenrider didn't look thrilled to be up and having to attend a hatching. He stilled his movements as the man's gaze passed over him, sagging with relief when he was finally nodded toward. He gave the man a grateful smile as he slipped past, eyes going straight to the waiting eggs.
Trel's middle gave a nervous flip as he slipped closer to the eggs. His dragon might be among those that hatched today. Or it may not be. After so many unsuccessful hatchings he shouldn't have been excited, but he was. He couldn't help it. Dragons were hatching today and the excitement of the occasion had infected him completely. It was a special day and he gave himself over to the moment. This was not a day for doubts. It was a day for hoping for the best.
