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!
31.May.22, 04:15 AM
Taith’s advice brought another flare of embarrassment that communicated readily. Ack! So he had heard that. Learning how to block his thoughts seemed an excellent idea. If his thoughts just continued to spill unhindered from his skull, Chir had no doubt he’d make another blunder sooner rather than later.
Still, the boy was pleased to learn Taith enjoyed being lavished with attention! Chir approached calmly, ensuring his movements were clearly broadcasted so he wouldn’t inadvertently startle the dragon. He knew already that the horses could be quite flighty and considering dragons actually had wings to fly, he didn’t think it was too far a stretch for one to take to the air either from nervousness or irritation. Even if Taith seemed quite content, Chir figured it was best to keep the habit intact.
As he did with the horses, Chir stepped up to the blue male’s shoulder and set his hand lightly there. A thrill shot through him at the simple contact and he gently rubbed his hand down in a smooth stroke, lifting and repeating the process several times.
It became automatic now for Chir to listen patiently and answer with clear intent. It hadn’t occurred to him before that it could be difficult for a dragon to pick up on cues considering Larrikith had been so good at it, but he was pleased that Taith considered him a clear enough thinker to make communicating easy. Communicating with him, easy! Dragons were amazing. The Holdfolk and all their naysaying was obviously wrong.
We haven’t met yet, no. I’ve only been here five days. I’ve been in and out of there infirmary for a lot of it. Images of the wherry attack that had caused his injuries on his hunting trip flashed across his mind, though with less detail than they had while he’d been mind-speaking with Larrikith. The event was farther off now, and more important things had happened since. Like talking with dragons and becoming part of this strange, exciting new community. Everyone has been very kind. It’s all very different for me.
Chir’s smile was soft and kind as he continued to pet Taith, unbothered at all by Mylorah’s chatty nature. Even if it was different having people around talking, the freckled hunter found it a welcome change from the near constant silence he’d dealt with on his own for so long. Humans were a social species, after all, and though the boy was quite introverted, he’d missed out on a great deal of socialization over the years.
Mylorah’s question was met with a quick shake of his head, not needing Taith to translate that one. He stepped away from the dragon’s shoulder to get a better look at where she was scratching and made a mental note of the areas she showed. Is there anywhere else you like, Taith? Do you prefer scratches or strokes? Is it nicer if it’s lighter or more firm? he wondered, wanting the specifics to best show his affection. Chir gave it readily, more than happy to lavish the dragon in all he would take. The boy realized he could spend an entire day doing just this!
Does Mylorah have a dragon? She called out for… Chir hesitated on the name, a subtle frown forming as he struggled to think of how she’d pronounced it. Malvayth? She also mentioned brothers. How many? Who are they? Just in case I run into them later.
Still, the boy was pleased to learn Taith enjoyed being lavished with attention! Chir approached calmly, ensuring his movements were clearly broadcasted so he wouldn’t inadvertently startle the dragon. He knew already that the horses could be quite flighty and considering dragons actually had wings to fly, he didn’t think it was too far a stretch for one to take to the air either from nervousness or irritation. Even if Taith seemed quite content, Chir figured it was best to keep the habit intact.
As he did with the horses, Chir stepped up to the blue male’s shoulder and set his hand lightly there. A thrill shot through him at the simple contact and he gently rubbed his hand down in a smooth stroke, lifting and repeating the process several times.
It became automatic now for Chir to listen patiently and answer with clear intent. It hadn’t occurred to him before that it could be difficult for a dragon to pick up on cues considering Larrikith had been so good at it, but he was pleased that Taith considered him a clear enough thinker to make communicating easy. Communicating with him, easy! Dragons were amazing. The Holdfolk and all their naysaying was obviously wrong.
We haven’t met yet, no. I’ve only been here five days. I’ve been in and out of there infirmary for a lot of it. Images of the wherry attack that had caused his injuries on his hunting trip flashed across his mind, though with less detail than they had while he’d been mind-speaking with Larrikith. The event was farther off now, and more important things had happened since. Like talking with dragons and becoming part of this strange, exciting new community. Everyone has been very kind. It’s all very different for me.
Chir’s smile was soft and kind as he continued to pet Taith, unbothered at all by Mylorah’s chatty nature. Even if it was different having people around talking, the freckled hunter found it a welcome change from the near constant silence he’d dealt with on his own for so long. Humans were a social species, after all, and though the boy was quite introverted, he’d missed out on a great deal of socialization over the years.
Mylorah’s question was met with a quick shake of his head, not needing Taith to translate that one. He stepped away from the dragon’s shoulder to get a better look at where she was scratching and made a mental note of the areas she showed. Is there anywhere else you like, Taith? Do you prefer scratches or strokes? Is it nicer if it’s lighter or more firm? he wondered, wanting the specifics to best show his affection. Chir gave it readily, more than happy to lavish the dragon in all he would take. The boy realized he could spend an entire day doing just this!
Does Mylorah have a dragon? She called out for… Chir hesitated on the name, a subtle frown forming as he struggled to think of how she’d pronounced it. Malvayth? She also mentioned brothers. How many? Who are they? Just in case I run into them later.
