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!
17.Sep.22, 04:06 PM
“Aw, man,” Xendrin pouted at his bowl. He had just sat down after weaselling some slices of tomatoes and cucumbers from the kitchen workers when the announcement sounded that the eggs were wobbling. There was probably time to eat. Maybe. Malvayth’s last clutch was insane with how off schedule it was and the pacing of the Hatching itself but Quayleth had a much more dignified air to her and her babies probably wouldn’t rush headlong into anything either. Convinced he had time after all, he happily dove into his favourite snack. He had forgotten to swing by for breakfast so he really needed the snack regardless so the Candidate Master couldn’t get too annoyed with him.
Or maybe he could. Xendrin didn’t mean to take his time savouring every bite but by the time he handed the dish back to the staff and thanked them, he returned to a rapidly emptying barracks. Whoops. But no urgent updates had been given so he was convinced he was still on track to make the Hatching, especially since a few Candidates were still lounging around. Maybe it came with time and Standing for so many that the urgency wears off. That was a little depressing since he was still very excited over the idea of being a dragonrider but he knew it would happen when it happened.
Still, he did pick up a bit of speed as he changed into his robe and tucked everything back into his trunk. He could fold it all later—or not! Maybe he would have a little hatchling to fuss over first and laundry would be a distant worry. That had Xendrin smiling as he dashed from barracks to Sands. He waved at friends in the stands and around the eggs and greeted others as he moved by them. By the time he did a complete loop of the clutch, he noted his brothers hadn’t arrived yet. Zoremet wasn’t a surprise but Orgailian was usually prompt—when he wanted to be. One was probably lost and the other was sent to find him. He’d worry if they didn’t arrive before the first shell broke but for now, he turned to the group beside him and started chatting.
Or maybe he could. Xendrin didn’t mean to take his time savouring every bite but by the time he handed the dish back to the staff and thanked them, he returned to a rapidly emptying barracks. Whoops. But no urgent updates had been given so he was convinced he was still on track to make the Hatching, especially since a few Candidates were still lounging around. Maybe it came with time and Standing for so many that the urgency wears off. That was a little depressing since he was still very excited over the idea of being a dragonrider but he knew it would happen when it happened.
Still, he did pick up a bit of speed as he changed into his robe and tucked everything back into his trunk. He could fold it all later—or not! Maybe he would have a little hatchling to fuss over first and laundry would be a distant worry. That had Xendrin smiling as he dashed from barracks to Sands. He waved at friends in the stands and around the eggs and greeted others as he moved by them. By the time he did a complete loop of the clutch, he noted his brothers hadn’t arrived yet. Zoremet wasn’t a surprise but Orgailian was usually prompt—when he wanted to be. One was probably lost and the other was sent to find him. He’d worry if they didn’t arrive before the first shell broke but for now, he turned to the group beside him and started chatting.
