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!
27.Feb.12, 09:05 AM
Indivara snorted in amusement at Par'a's comment, and rolled her eyes with good nature. "I doubt anyone really cares, Par'a." Amused, Indivara poked at the clothing pile with the tip of her toe, further spreading them out. "They really aren't anything more than rags." Not that she expected anyone with any love of their clothing would hand anything but rags over to a chore group. Besides the fact that dragonrider garments were likely to come back with the legs sewn shut or the arse cut out of them by vindictive candidates, everyone had been shuffled through the stupid chore at one time or another, and knew well enough that pride and ethics rarely came into play for the deplorable hours.
"Have you any new paints?" Indivara asked, turning her bright blue eyes upon Par'a with interest. "We ran out of red, blue and orange." She paused for a moment, and then gave the greenrider a wide, beaming grin, heedless of the missing canines she showed - or rather, didn't show. "She needs glitter Par'a!" Picking up a pair of pants and flicking them so she could find where the repair was needed, Indivara babbled on. "It would look amazing. Especially in some of the pattens she gets. She could outshine Nirinath!" Beaming happily, the girl examined the size of the hole, and scrambled to her feet with no grace at all so she could find a bolt of similar-coloured fabric and cotton.
"Grith is amazing," Indivara gushed the answer to Breccan, barely giving a pause before she continued. "A lot of the greens are real snots, but Grith lets us paint her, and she doesn't always demand a bath afterwards. Sometimes it's fun, though, to bathe her, but it ruins all the paints." Indivara scrunched her nose up. She didn't like putting all that work into painting the green, only to have her turn around and demand a bath. Of course, when Grith did that you knew something was up, because that girl loved her pretties. "You should come paint her some time. Its a lot of fun! Oh. I'm Indivara, Katilan born." The girl ignored the cold tones and distance exhibited by Talian, content to peg him as a stick in the mud. She grinned at him all the same, however, as he eyed off Grith with obvious apprehension.
"You should come too," she offered, grinning. Grith would enjoy breaking in a new candidate. She really was a delightful dragon, and definitely one of Indivara's favourites. The fact that the green wasn't above speaking to her and her fellow brats was, perhaps, one of the more defining factors of why the girl and her play mates enjoyed painting the beast. "She's really very sweet."
"Have you any new paints?" Indivara asked, turning her bright blue eyes upon Par'a with interest. "We ran out of red, blue and orange." She paused for a moment, and then gave the greenrider a wide, beaming grin, heedless of the missing canines she showed - or rather, didn't show. "She needs glitter Par'a!" Picking up a pair of pants and flicking them so she could find where the repair was needed, Indivara babbled on. "It would look amazing. Especially in some of the pattens she gets. She could outshine Nirinath!" Beaming happily, the girl examined the size of the hole, and scrambled to her feet with no grace at all so she could find a bolt of similar-coloured fabric and cotton.
"Grith is amazing," Indivara gushed the answer to Breccan, barely giving a pause before she continued. "A lot of the greens are real snots, but Grith lets us paint her, and she doesn't always demand a bath afterwards. Sometimes it's fun, though, to bathe her, but it ruins all the paints." Indivara scrunched her nose up. She didn't like putting all that work into painting the green, only to have her turn around and demand a bath. Of course, when Grith did that you knew something was up, because that girl loved her pretties. "You should come paint her some time. Its a lot of fun! Oh. I'm Indivara, Katilan born." The girl ignored the cold tones and distance exhibited by Talian, content to peg him as a stick in the mud. She grinned at him all the same, however, as he eyed off Grith with obvious apprehension.
"You should come too," she offered, grinning. Grith would enjoy breaking in a new candidate. She really was a delightful dragon, and definitely one of Indivara's favourites. The fact that the green wasn't above speaking to her and her fellow brats was, perhaps, one of the more defining factors of why the girl and her play mates enjoyed painting the beast. "She's really very sweet."
