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, 04:40 PM
Thanks to the Hatching being any day now, beach trips had been cut off for Candidates for two days and counting. Naturally, that only made everyone want to go even more and Orgailian was annoyingly right there with the common opinion. A swim would be nice but he usually felt the most inspired to attempt poetry when he was sitting on the beach and watching the water play along the shore. So he had to make do and was currently sitting on the ledge of a perky green pair that had Impressed to Thallyath’s clutch the year before. The rider was a friend and neither part of the pair minded him using their ledge for such moments.
He had been up there for a while, maybe two hours, when the call went out. “Seriously?” Orgailian grumbled as he continued writing. He had been hit with inspiration for a short story and it was flowing so easily out of him that he didn’t want to stop. Maybe he could skip this Hatching? As much as he wanted to Impress, his confidence in the ability to do so was down and it didn’t feel like missing one would hurt his chances all that much. But Zor would be disappointed in him and that was something he didn’t want to deal with. Still, he wrote on, needing to finish the scene in his head and then jot down points for the remainder of his ideas.
He eventually made it back to the room he shared with his brother. Zoremet’s robe was still draped where it had been laid out for the last few days but the man in question wasn’t around. Orgailian frowned as he stripped. If Zor was with N’noa again ‘helping him’, Orgailian swore he would no longer wait for or look for him when Hatchings were starting. But since there still seemed to be time and he was now changed, Orgailian grabbed his notebook again to flesh out one of the ideas he had marked down to give Zor a little longer to arrive on his own accord.
He had been up there for a while, maybe two hours, when the call went out. “Seriously?” Orgailian grumbled as he continued writing. He had been hit with inspiration for a short story and it was flowing so easily out of him that he didn’t want to stop. Maybe he could skip this Hatching? As much as he wanted to Impress, his confidence in the ability to do so was down and it didn’t feel like missing one would hurt his chances all that much. But Zor would be disappointed in him and that was something he didn’t want to deal with. Still, he wrote on, needing to finish the scene in his head and then jot down points for the remainder of his ideas.
He eventually made it back to the room he shared with his brother. Zoremet’s robe was still draped where it had been laid out for the last few days but the man in question wasn’t around. Orgailian frowned as he stripped. If Zor was with N’noa again ‘helping him’, Orgailian swore he would no longer wait for or look for him when Hatchings were starting. But since there still seemed to be time and he was now changed, Orgailian grabbed his notebook again to flesh out one of the ideas he had marked down to give Zor a little longer to arrive on his own accord.
