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!
07.Jun.21, 04:26 PM
The humming seemed to vibrate the entire cavern, felt more than heard, and reluctantly, Taydarell woke, the sweet bliss of deep sleep taking its time receding. Emerald cooed at him from where she lay curled on his pillow, eyes whirling as she took up the welcoming hum offered by the dragons to the new clutch. A few seconds passed before he realized what was happening, and with a start, he flung himself from the cot, scrambling into the itchy white robes of candidacy and roughly tugging on his shoes. The eggs were hatching!
Despite these being the best-fitted robes available, he still seemed to swim just a little in the clean fabric. He frowned. He had grown quite a bit since his turn-day, but not quite enough to properly fill the robes out. Oh well. The dragons didn’t care what the robes looked like. They just cared that their person was there, and he was going to be there! He hoped there were enough candidates for all the eggs, especially after what happened after the touching… There were so many eggs, too. There were still a lot of candidates, though, and he hoped all the new babies would Impress.
Hopeful, too, that he might find his lifemate today, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and dashed down to the dining cavern, downing half a cup of klah as he zipped out the cavern entrance and across the bowl. Before actually crossing into the hatching sands, though, he watched as Kyrionth and T’pel landed up above, alongside Tizalth and Kes, and gave them an enthusiastic wave, smiling when it was returned.
Calling to him from a distance, Zarrie wished him luck, and their firelizards whistled and chittered at each other in excited greeting. He replied a nervous thank you, smiling in anxious anticipation, as she dashed into the stands with her kind-of dad. Sending Emerald to sit with them, he nodded and gulped, the lump in his throat bobbing visibly.
The sands were hot, even through his footwear, and he found a spot between the stands and the eggs where he had a decent view of most of the cavern. The humming got more and more intense as he waited for what seemed like forever, and he felt like his heart might beat right out of his chest. He was certain it was probably loud enough for everyone nearby to hear, at least. All at once, the humming hit its loudest, and one of the bigger eggs shattered, sending a bronze spilling onto the sands! A bronze first was good luck, right? Taydarell hoped so. They’d need it after that awfulness of those gold candidates being poisoned…
He watched, breath held, as the angry hatchling bolted towards the group that stood close by. Wide eyed, he waited, ready to move, closer or away, should the creature change direction with either anger or Impression in his whirling eyes.
Despite these being the best-fitted robes available, he still seemed to swim just a little in the clean fabric. He frowned. He had grown quite a bit since his turn-day, but not quite enough to properly fill the robes out. Oh well. The dragons didn’t care what the robes looked like. They just cared that their person was there, and he was going to be there! He hoped there were enough candidates for all the eggs, especially after what happened after the touching… There were so many eggs, too. There were still a lot of candidates, though, and he hoped all the new babies would Impress.
Hopeful, too, that he might find his lifemate today, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and dashed down to the dining cavern, downing half a cup of klah as he zipped out the cavern entrance and across the bowl. Before actually crossing into the hatching sands, though, he watched as Kyrionth and T’pel landed up above, alongside Tizalth and Kes, and gave them an enthusiastic wave, smiling when it was returned.
Calling to him from a distance, Zarrie wished him luck, and their firelizards whistled and chittered at each other in excited greeting. He replied a nervous thank you, smiling in anxious anticipation, as she dashed into the stands with her kind-of dad. Sending Emerald to sit with them, he nodded and gulped, the lump in his throat bobbing visibly.
The sands were hot, even through his footwear, and he found a spot between the stands and the eggs where he had a decent view of most of the cavern. The humming got more and more intense as he waited for what seemed like forever, and he felt like his heart might beat right out of his chest. He was certain it was probably loud enough for everyone nearby to hear, at least. All at once, the humming hit its loudest, and one of the bigger eggs shattered, sending a bronze spilling onto the sands! A bronze first was good luck, right? Taydarell hoped so. They’d need it after that awfulness of those gold candidates being poisoned…
He watched, breath held, as the angry hatchling bolted towards the group that stood close by. Wide eyed, he waited, ready to move, closer or away, should the creature change direction with either anger or Impression in his whirling eyes.
