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!
30.Mar.12, 08:24 AM
Indivara's indignant glare when Jada pinched her cheek was hot, blue eyes burning icily as she stared up at the harper, just stared. Her lips pursed into a flat line and her chin jutted stubbornly as she used a swift motion of her shoulder to free herself from Jada's playful fingers and shuffled across on the desk some, scowling. The child didn't bother to vocalise her unhappiness with the woman's attack upon her face. She simply continued to stare at her, looking less than impressed and forcefully ignoring her desire to brush her fingers over her cheek; she could still feel where Jada's fingers had been moments before. Her teacher hadn't hurt her, but Indivara was also aware that the woman didn't quite realise how lucky she was not to have bruised shins right about then, too.
Still glowering, Indivara raised a hand and brushed it forcefully back through her tangled hair, shoving it out of her face and back over her shoulders where it belonged. The long locks swayed, brushing close to the girls' waist, and as she lowered her hand, her expression had mollified into a softer look of amusement. "Yeah, pretty much," Indivara agreed, her voice light. "They send spies North, too, to gather intel and stuff. Catch up on Northern gossip." She paused for a moment, frowning slightly. "Where did you live?" She asked, tone clinical and expression tight, obviously ready to drop the subject if Jada showed any negative reaction to her questioning. "I was born here. Well, I was born just as Katila was founded. Mumma tells me stories of the North, though, and sometimes the riders will if I ask the right one." The girl's frown deepened. "But most of 'em are as touchy about the subject as the Searched."
Wriggling closer to Jada, Indivara pulled one leg up onto the desk, tucking her foot under her other thigh and leaning forward slightly. "I'm going to go North, when I Impress." She confided. "I want to see what all the fuss is about!"
Still glowering, Indivara raised a hand and brushed it forcefully back through her tangled hair, shoving it out of her face and back over her shoulders where it belonged. The long locks swayed, brushing close to the girls' waist, and as she lowered her hand, her expression had mollified into a softer look of amusement. "Yeah, pretty much," Indivara agreed, her voice light. "They send spies North, too, to gather intel and stuff. Catch up on Northern gossip." She paused for a moment, frowning slightly. "Where did you live?" She asked, tone clinical and expression tight, obviously ready to drop the subject if Jada showed any negative reaction to her questioning. "I was born here. Well, I was born just as Katila was founded. Mumma tells me stories of the North, though, and sometimes the riders will if I ask the right one." The girl's frown deepened. "But most of 'em are as touchy about the subject as the Searched."
Wriggling closer to Jada, Indivara pulled one leg up onto the desk, tucking her foot under her other thigh and leaning forward slightly. "I'm going to go North, when I Impress." She confided. "I want to see what all the fuss is about!"
