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!
10.Jun.22, 02:03 PM
Word traveled fast in the Weyr, Chr was learning. S’far must have told anyone who’d give him a second of attention about his newest acquisition. The hunter couldn’t feel resentful for it considering how much easier it made things for him. Trying to explain to every passing person about his handicap was as exhausting as it was embarrassing. He knew the fault wasn’t his own for it, but he more frequently found himself wishing to be able to converse like others if only to just fit in better. Thankfully, no one had yet given him too much trouble about it.
As soon as she invited him along, Chir beamed and rushed off to fetch another set of tack. With the same efficiency, he got the gelding saddled up and led him into the hall once Caz and the mare moved to give him room. He stopped to adjust the straps again while she mounted the mare. Looking over his gelding’s back, he lifted his hand to spread his thumb and pointer finger apart to indicate he’d spent a small amount of time learning. Granted, it had been a few short lessons while his parents still lived years prior. Still, he was eager to return.
Chir led the gelding out of the barn altogether before mounting and guiding the horse in front of Caz and her mount. Upon hearing her name, Chir automatically paired her name with her dragon’s. Caz and Malvayth! She was the golden dragon Mylorah had called for the day they met. It was easier now with a face to pair with at least one of the many names he’d learned that day.
Wanting to ensure he had his seat well in hand before leaving the stable yard, Chir guided his mount in circles before encouraging him to switch gaits from a walk to a trot with a subtle squeeze. Trotting had always been hardest for him as a lad, but at least now, he had legs long enough to reach the stirrups and could spare himself the hard bounce. The trot eased into a smoother canter before returning to Caz and the grey mare.
With a nod to signal his readiness, Chir nodded to Caz with a smile while Chirp sat high along the back of his neck. The green flitter clung to his hair with her front claws where she could observe the world from over his head now that she, too, felt more confident in the horse’s movements.
Chir sidled his gelding up alongside the gate leading out of the Weyr and unlatched it before easing it open with his foot and guiding the horse out. He turned the gelding around to wait for Caz and close the gate back behind her. The mountains awaited!
As soon as she invited him along, Chir beamed and rushed off to fetch another set of tack. With the same efficiency, he got the gelding saddled up and led him into the hall once Caz and the mare moved to give him room. He stopped to adjust the straps again while she mounted the mare. Looking over his gelding’s back, he lifted his hand to spread his thumb and pointer finger apart to indicate he’d spent a small amount of time learning. Granted, it had been a few short lessons while his parents still lived years prior. Still, he was eager to return.
Chir led the gelding out of the barn altogether before mounting and guiding the horse in front of Caz and her mount. Upon hearing her name, Chir automatically paired her name with her dragon’s. Caz and Malvayth! She was the golden dragon Mylorah had called for the day they met. It was easier now with a face to pair with at least one of the many names he’d learned that day.
Wanting to ensure he had his seat well in hand before leaving the stable yard, Chir guided his mount in circles before encouraging him to switch gaits from a walk to a trot with a subtle squeeze. Trotting had always been hardest for him as a lad, but at least now, he had legs long enough to reach the stirrups and could spare himself the hard bounce. The trot eased into a smoother canter before returning to Caz and the grey mare.
With a nod to signal his readiness, Chir nodded to Caz with a smile while Chirp sat high along the back of his neck. The green flitter clung to his hair with her front claws where she could observe the world from over his head now that she, too, felt more confident in the horse’s movements.
Chir sidled his gelding up alongside the gate leading out of the Weyr and unlatched it before easing it open with his foot and guiding the horse out. He turned the gelding around to wait for Caz and close the gate back behind her. The mountains awaited!
