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!
15.Apr.12, 04:55 AM
Indivara giggled softly at Grith's exuberant greeting, her fingers light and gentle as she ran them over the dragon's face during the sparse moments that the green's head remained still enough to touch. The weyrbrat sighed softly as Grith breathed into her hair, raising her hands above her head to gently frame the dragon's face, petting her with gentle fingers.
"Hello," Indivara murmured softly, her smile in her voice though she refrained from allowing the expression to move across her face. Smiling was not meant to be painful, and that it was caused the young girl a lot of grief. She liked smiling. She also happened to like speaking, yelling, and frowning, all of which were currently denied her.
Indivara gave Par'a an understanding look, though it was etched for the most part in bright blue eyes, rather than across her features. She had had a long day previously, fallen asleep very late, and been awoken by the gold dragonet who seemed to have very little idea of what sleeping in meant. Indivara dearly hoped her own dragonet had the lazy flair that would not require it to be up and at it when the sun was just beginning to peep over the horizon. Mornings were for sleeping!
Grith's question had Indivara turning back to the dragon, her thoughtful "Ahh," was followed by a wink at the dragon and she slipped out from under Grith's nose, and over to where Par'a was leaning against the door. "In!" Indivara more commanded than invited, pushing the woman that had been her baby sitter for so many turns into the building and then shooing her towards the bedroom. "Slee'!" she commanded, winking again before digging around under her own bed for the box of paints she kept.
Holding them up to Par'a, Indivara's blue eyes sparkled with amusement as she used the box to indicate that Par'a could probably claim at least an hour or two to herself while Indivara and the green got covered in several coatings of paint. Which Kerrin wouldn't approve of, since Indivara had no desire to change out of the pretty clothing her mother had chosen for her to visit the Weyrleader in. As she slipped back outside, Indivara gave a sharp whistle between her teeth to get Grith's attention, and waved the box cheerfully.
"Hello," Indivara murmured softly, her smile in her voice though she refrained from allowing the expression to move across her face. Smiling was not meant to be painful, and that it was caused the young girl a lot of grief. She liked smiling. She also happened to like speaking, yelling, and frowning, all of which were currently denied her.
Indivara gave Par'a an understanding look, though it was etched for the most part in bright blue eyes, rather than across her features. She had had a long day previously, fallen asleep very late, and been awoken by the gold dragonet who seemed to have very little idea of what sleeping in meant. Indivara dearly hoped her own dragonet had the lazy flair that would not require it to be up and at it when the sun was just beginning to peep over the horizon. Mornings were for sleeping!
Grith's question had Indivara turning back to the dragon, her thoughtful "Ahh," was followed by a wink at the dragon and she slipped out from under Grith's nose, and over to where Par'a was leaning against the door. "In!" Indivara more commanded than invited, pushing the woman that had been her baby sitter for so many turns into the building and then shooing her towards the bedroom. "Slee'!" she commanded, winking again before digging around under her own bed for the box of paints she kept.
Holding them up to Par'a, Indivara's blue eyes sparkled with amusement as she used the box to indicate that Par'a could probably claim at least an hour or two to herself while Indivara and the green got covered in several coatings of paint. Which Kerrin wouldn't approve of, since Indivara had no desire to change out of the pretty clothing her mother had chosen for her to visit the Weyrleader in. As she slipped back outside, Indivara gave a sharp whistle between her teeth to get Grith's attention, and waved the box cheerfully.
