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!
22.Jul.14, 08:11 PM
Jesazek glanced around with an annoyed scowl, preparing to demand what the fuck the annoying noise meant. His knowledge of dragons was limited, though the day's bathing chaos had added greatly to it. The hum throbbed almost painfully in ears and after the day's activities his patience was wearing thin. Tiatiath's familiar voice clued him in before he could take further action and his scowl turned into a pleased smirk. It was about time! Lessons with L’tai were already growing tedious. it wasn't so much the lesson, but the jocular man who usually taught them that tended to rub Jes the wrong way.
His new mood lasted until Tiatiath ordered them all to bath. He growled under his breath, if some uppity Green made him miss the hatching because a little honest sweat and dirt bothered her he wasn't sure what he'd do. He bathed quickly, forgoing modesty for speed as he lathered up with soap sand and rinsed off with a quick dunk back into a pool. His hair received a cursory scrub with a dry towel, enough to stop the dripping but the dark locked still cluck wetly to his face and his pulled on his candidate robe. The fabric felt itchy against his skin and he ran a finger around the collar and he found a spot in line.
Once allowed to pass onto the sands he moved quickly, joining the circled surrounding the clutch. The rocking eggs were much more impressive than at the touching as they actively showed signs of life within. Jesazek's confident smirk returned as he examined the eggs. He had no doubts that he was dragonrider material, the only question was whether or not his dragon was in this particular clutch. All he had to do was show up and keep out of the way of any of the lesser hatchlings. Sure some might be head over heels for a Green or Blue, but he wasn't going to settle for anything but the best.
His new mood lasted until Tiatiath ordered them all to bath. He growled under his breath, if some uppity Green made him miss the hatching because a little honest sweat and dirt bothered her he wasn't sure what he'd do. He bathed quickly, forgoing modesty for speed as he lathered up with soap sand and rinsed off with a quick dunk back into a pool. His hair received a cursory scrub with a dry towel, enough to stop the dripping but the dark locked still cluck wetly to his face and his pulled on his candidate robe. The fabric felt itchy against his skin and he ran a finger around the collar and he found a spot in line.
Once allowed to pass onto the sands he moved quickly, joining the circled surrounding the clutch. The rocking eggs were much more impressive than at the touching as they actively showed signs of life within. Jesazek's confident smirk returned as he examined the eggs. He had no doubts that he was dragonrider material, the only question was whether or not his dragon was in this particular clutch. All he had to do was show up and keep out of the way of any of the lesser hatchlings. Sure some might be head over heels for a Green or Blue, but he wasn't going to settle for anything but the best.
