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!
24.Feb.12, 02:08 PM
The small scrap of dragon anatomy she found had been set aside on her desk, as she pulled out a cup of juice and drank it slowly. She inhaled and exhaled a few times, and then someone called her name. It jolted her and she toppled backwards towards the flame, though she managed to right herself and the chair in te nick of time. "aHH!" she griped the bottom of the chair, and looked like a frazzled feline.
Her dark locks tussled and her unusual eyes widen with shock. The whites clearly visible, which made the blue and grey iris dialate. "Hah... I didn't see you.. ahh.." Lymsleia struggled with the names of people. The face was somewhat familar. Older, Healer Hall, those two things stood out in her mind. She closed her eyes. She'd be an anomaly at the hall-easy to spot. But this girl with her pale hair and face, gave her pause. She tried to work through it. "Breean. Beca..... Breccan." she said finally as the name spilled from her lips and she made a connection. "They did. And they've been a wonderful people to me." she stretched her fingers out. "I've been a bit busy wit new edict." she gestured to a small stack of parchment weighted down by a rock. "Births, and pregnancies are sort of rising." she murmurs. "Its been..." she stood up and walked around the small desk.
"Five years?" she set the scroll down for she'd realised she had been clutching it tightly. "I've been trying to keep my sanity. Eggs on the sands, pregnancies on the rise... not enough hands. " She extended her arms for a hug. "I missed you." she murmured. "Five years is a long time not to write. I turned nineteen in spring." she announces. Five years had been far to long. She found her hands fiddling with the edge of the scroll. "Sr. Journeywoman, now are you? Welcome to Katila. The last place were dragons roam." she gestured above their heads. "Who knew..., I was swiped from the hall,actually. Well sort of."
Her dark locks tussled and her unusual eyes widen with shock. The whites clearly visible, which made the blue and grey iris dialate. "Hah... I didn't see you.. ahh.." Lymsleia struggled with the names of people. The face was somewhat familar. Older, Healer Hall, those two things stood out in her mind. She closed her eyes. She'd be an anomaly at the hall-easy to spot. But this girl with her pale hair and face, gave her pause. She tried to work through it. "Breean. Beca..... Breccan." she said finally as the name spilled from her lips and she made a connection. "They did. And they've been a wonderful people to me." she stretched her fingers out. "I've been a bit busy wit new edict." she gestured to a small stack of parchment weighted down by a rock. "Births, and pregnancies are sort of rising." she murmurs. "Its been..." she stood up and walked around the small desk.
"Five years?" she set the scroll down for she'd realised she had been clutching it tightly. "I've been trying to keep my sanity. Eggs on the sands, pregnancies on the rise... not enough hands. " She extended her arms for a hug. "I missed you." she murmured. "Five years is a long time not to write. I turned nineteen in spring." she announces. Five years had been far to long. She found her hands fiddling with the edge of the scroll. "Sr. Journeywoman, now are you? Welcome to Katila. The last place were dragons roam." she gestured above their heads. "Who knew..., I was swiped from the hall,actually. Well sort of."
