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.Jul.22, 12:06 AM
At Siro's beckoning, Chironhes stood to offer the papers to his roommate only to choke in surprise when the other boy tugged him down to join him on the bed for cuddles. Wholly unused to such open affection, Chir held stiffly for a moment before letting the tension ease from his form.
Even as he relaxed, Sironar's laughing had him peering at him curiously. Hearing himself be dubbed a wherrybrat had the young hunter's grin flashing quick. He liked the sound of that! The attack from that wherry really had left its mark. Marks, Chir corrected. His shoulder had fully healed, and all that was left of the wound in his side was an ugly red whorl that would fade some over time.
Despite Siro's mention that there was no requirement for him to continue cuddling, Chir found it surprisingly nice. It would be nicer if he didn't smell like the stables and still have sweat clinging under his shirt, but since Siro didn't seem all too offended about it yet, the boy opted to stay as they were while his friend read over his few words.
He beamed with pride at the compliments, pleased to hear the same from Siro as he had from S'far. Chir had been somewhat suspicious that S'far had only been trying to encourage him without really meaning it, but having Siro say similar helped chase away those lingering doubts. He had improved quite a bit, hadn't he?
When Siro explained the dates, Chir frowned as he tried to work it out in his head. Not quite as skilled with numbers without seeing them, he found himself wishing for the pen still on the desk. Helpfully, Chirp caught the image and happily skittered across both boys to leap onto the desk and return with the writing utensil clutched in her tiny claws. Grateful, Chir scooped up the little green flitter and kissed the end of her snout before letting her return to snuggling with Fancy.
Carefully, he wrote out the days, remembering how today was supposedly day number one of this cycle. He wrote out the numerics, struggling a little on four before remembering mostly through muscle memory what it was supposed to look like. At least it didn't go over ten! He could consistently count that. After, it got muddled sometimes.
Writing all the way out to ten, the boy set his pen against each number. Today, tomorrow, the day after, and so on until he reached number eight. That was pretty soon!
While meeting more candidates under Siro's watchful eye seemed better than trying to do it on his own, he couldn't help but wonder what the other boy thought about all that had happened while he was away. The last touching and hatching he'd gone to hadn't been successful and had been surrounded with so much...trouble.
He wrote more. "Scared to go?" Looking over, he hoped his soft expression was proof enough that he wasn't judging. Chironhes has been frightened enough just reading those letters. It had to be much worse being there, seeing people hurting like that. "Attacks gone?" He sure hoped they were done with... He found it hard enough to hear about people he'd come to like being hurt. To know that dragons, too, were being targeted was worse.
Even as he relaxed, Sironar's laughing had him peering at him curiously. Hearing himself be dubbed a wherrybrat had the young hunter's grin flashing quick. He liked the sound of that! The attack from that wherry really had left its mark. Marks, Chir corrected. His shoulder had fully healed, and all that was left of the wound in his side was an ugly red whorl that would fade some over time.
Despite Siro's mention that there was no requirement for him to continue cuddling, Chir found it surprisingly nice. It would be nicer if he didn't smell like the stables and still have sweat clinging under his shirt, but since Siro didn't seem all too offended about it yet, the boy opted to stay as they were while his friend read over his few words.
He beamed with pride at the compliments, pleased to hear the same from Siro as he had from S'far. Chir had been somewhat suspicious that S'far had only been trying to encourage him without really meaning it, but having Siro say similar helped chase away those lingering doubts. He had improved quite a bit, hadn't he?
When Siro explained the dates, Chir frowned as he tried to work it out in his head. Not quite as skilled with numbers without seeing them, he found himself wishing for the pen still on the desk. Helpfully, Chirp caught the image and happily skittered across both boys to leap onto the desk and return with the writing utensil clutched in her tiny claws. Grateful, Chir scooped up the little green flitter and kissed the end of her snout before letting her return to snuggling with Fancy.
Carefully, he wrote out the days, remembering how today was supposedly day number one of this cycle. He wrote out the numerics, struggling a little on four before remembering mostly through muscle memory what it was supposed to look like. At least it didn't go over ten! He could consistently count that. After, it got muddled sometimes.
Writing all the way out to ten, the boy set his pen against each number. Today, tomorrow, the day after, and so on until he reached number eight. That was pretty soon!
While meeting more candidates under Siro's watchful eye seemed better than trying to do it on his own, he couldn't help but wonder what the other boy thought about all that had happened while he was away. The last touching and hatching he'd gone to hadn't been successful and had been surrounded with so much...trouble.
He wrote more. "Scared to go?" Looking over, he hoped his soft expression was proof enough that he wasn't judging. Chironhes has been frightened enough just reading those letters. It had to be much worse being there, seeing people hurting like that. "Attacks gone?" He sure hoped they were done with... He found it hard enough to hear about people he'd come to like being hurt. To know that dragons, too, were being targeted was worse.
