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!
09.Apr.12, 06:12 AM
Indivara's hoarse greeting caused Grith to fall still, for a moment anyway. Whirling around her eyes flashed bright pink, locking onto the girl. Leaping forward she scurried over to the weyrbrat, much like an excited puppy or kitten. She skidded to a slower pace as she reached her, snuffling and bumping her as she circled her. The movements were soft and gentle, nothing that would aggravate her wounds, though how Grith had the sense to do so was unclear. Coming to a stop in front of Indivara, Grith plonked her hindquarters down on the ground, craning her head down till her nose was inches from her scalp. Exhaling, she sent Indivara's hair flying all around, no doubt working in several knots as the process repeated each time Grith breathed.
Hello Ra!
Par'a watched the exchange between the girl and her dragon through heavy-lidded eyes, 'late night' didn't even begin to cover it. "Mm. Half hour check ins, 'We're going to see Ra, right?'." Par'a answered flatly, leaning against the door of the hut.
Ra! Grith interjected, though whether Par'a could summon the effort to speak any further was doubtful. Do you have paints? She asked excitedly. Par'a hadn't brought any along, though Grith hadn't mentioned to her that she had wanted to be painted. Then again, was it any surprise? She jumped up, her tail wagging much like a canine's behind her, threatening to wallop Par'a in the stomach.
"Grith… if you hit me you won't get prettied for a week." She threatened. Not that Grith had any concept of a week, or a day… or time.
Oh no! I'm sorry Pell! She apologised. But you have paints right?
Hello Ra!
Par'a watched the exchange between the girl and her dragon through heavy-lidded eyes, 'late night' didn't even begin to cover it. "Mm. Half hour check ins, 'We're going to see Ra, right?'." Par'a answered flatly, leaning against the door of the hut.
Ra! Grith interjected, though whether Par'a could summon the effort to speak any further was doubtful. Do you have paints? She asked excitedly. Par'a hadn't brought any along, though Grith hadn't mentioned to her that she had wanted to be painted. Then again, was it any surprise? She jumped up, her tail wagging much like a canine's behind her, threatening to wallop Par'a in the stomach.
"Grith… if you hit me you won't get prettied for a week." She threatened. Not that Grith had any concept of a week, or a day… or time.
Oh no! I'm sorry Pell! She apologised. But you have paints right?
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