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!
05.May.12, 08:59 AM
Indivara giggled softly at Grith's indignant demand that her human company be returned, but she didn't pause as she made sure the rider found a bed, and she watched with amusement as Par'a was lost to the world within moments. All the better, the woman looked more exhausted than the poor Master Healer had the day after the Hatching! That didn't bear thinking about, however, as the girl grinned at the dragon that was suddenly bearing down on her with ecstatically swirling colours in her eyes. The girl gave a squeaking squeal when Grith started nosing at the box and Indivara shoved it under one arm while using the other to shove the excitable dragon forcefully in the nose. With her voice severely lacking for the time being, Indivara resorted to motions she was sure the creature would understand, no matter how excitable she might be at the time.
Another giggle when Grith demanded her face be painted, and though the child didn't answer vocally what colours she had, she did hold them all up one at a time to show the enthusiastic dragon. Her face was hurting too much to actually speak, and she was probably due for another round of numbweed or fellis or something (Indivara hadn't paid a lick of attention to Talian's instructions though she was sure her mother had). Setting the box down carefully to one side, Indivara gave Grith a very hard stare and shook her pointer finger in the dragon's face, a clear indication that if the creature touched the box, she would pack it up and not paint her. Indivara didn't hold much faith that the scatter brained green would work that out, but warning her was best and then she planned to keep her distracted with paint.
"Kay!" She agreed, belatedly, to painting Grith's face and she picked up a bottle of orange paints, showing it to the dragon with sparkling eyes before she opened the lid and dipped her finger into it. Now, what to paint on the beast? Sliding closer to her, Indivara traced lines across Grith's face in the bright colour, humming happily to herself as she did so. Normally, the girl would prattle on aimlessly if she were painting alone, or, if in the company of other weyrbrats, either pick on them or listen in silence as they prattled on. Unable to do either at the time, she settled on humming happily since she doubted Grith would have the presence of mind (or the ability to remain concentrating for long enough) to mind speak. Indivara didn't really want the loud green playing around in her brain anyway!
Of course, painting Grith never stayed a solo task for very long and Indivara's little brother quickly joining them, the four turn old boy quickly lathering both hands (and half his clothing) in paints and sticking hand prints across the membranes of Grith's right wing, while Indivara left orange streaks across the thighs of her pants as she cleaned her fingers and buried them in a pot of blue paint. She continued painting Grith's face in streaking likes, and her pant legs in the left overs.
[sup]Kerrin should join them :| hehe[/sup]
Another giggle when Grith demanded her face be painted, and though the child didn't answer vocally what colours she had, she did hold them all up one at a time to show the enthusiastic dragon. Her face was hurting too much to actually speak, and she was probably due for another round of numbweed or fellis or something (Indivara hadn't paid a lick of attention to Talian's instructions though she was sure her mother had). Setting the box down carefully to one side, Indivara gave Grith a very hard stare and shook her pointer finger in the dragon's face, a clear indication that if the creature touched the box, she would pack it up and not paint her. Indivara didn't hold much faith that the scatter brained green would work that out, but warning her was best and then she planned to keep her distracted with paint.
"Kay!" She agreed, belatedly, to painting Grith's face and she picked up a bottle of orange paints, showing it to the dragon with sparkling eyes before she opened the lid and dipped her finger into it. Now, what to paint on the beast? Sliding closer to her, Indivara traced lines across Grith's face in the bright colour, humming happily to herself as she did so. Normally, the girl would prattle on aimlessly if she were painting alone, or, if in the company of other weyrbrats, either pick on them or listen in silence as they prattled on. Unable to do either at the time, she settled on humming happily since she doubted Grith would have the presence of mind (or the ability to remain concentrating for long enough) to mind speak. Indivara didn't really want the loud green playing around in her brain anyway!
Of course, painting Grith never stayed a solo task for very long and Indivara's little brother quickly joining them, the four turn old boy quickly lathering both hands (and half his clothing) in paints and sticking hand prints across the membranes of Grith's right wing, while Indivara left orange streaks across the thighs of her pants as she cleaned her fingers and buried them in a pot of blue paint. She continued painting Grith's face in streaking likes, and her pant legs in the left overs.
[sup]Kerrin should join them :| hehe[/sup]
