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!
06.Jan.24, 11:20 AM
Xyxyth had, like many other bronze dragons, spent the last several days keeping an eye on Laniath. She was showing the signs of Rising soon and he didn't want to miss it. He'd even prepped A'tay for the Flight, knowing it would take a few days to convince his rider that there wasn't anything wrong with Chasing golds or greens regardless of who the human bonded to them were. He loved A'tay but the man worried too much.
When he saw Laniath head to the pens, Xyxyth gave an excited chirp and playfully headbutted Edath and Halomirth, his ledge companions that evening, out of the way. He got along with most every dragon, but he'd also learned over his short life that a lot of attitude came to the surface when dragons waited on a gold. It's time! Laniath is bleeding her prey.
A'tay was taking advantage of the cooling evening that still held some natural light to work on the carving of a lid to a memento box someone had commissioned. He still couldn't believe someone wanted to pay him for his work! He had yet to tell Cazan the news since he got it shortly after his last trip to Telgar Weyr, but he would soon. She had been the one to encourage him to put himself out there and trust in his own work. So he had by selling a few things he had made here and there when he had time over the last year. Being Weyrsecond to a freshly opened Weyr took up a lot of his time. But the patience paid off and someone had approached him with an idea and A'tay couldn't wait to set himself on the task.
Until Xyxyth had to ruin that. "Do we have to?" It was a conversation they'd had a few times already, but A'tay had to try one more time now that the moment was upon them and he wanted to do something else. We've been over this, TayTay. Why wouldn't we Chase? We're Weyrsecond and they're Junior Weyrwoman. It makes sense and they're fun. Winning is also fun. A'tay sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. While his dragon was developing quite the fondness for Flights, he also wasn't entering every single one and A'tay appreciated that. He supposed it would also look bad if they didn't enter given the positions.
"Fine, but try to give me a few minutes to tidy up before we have too much fun, okay?" A'tay didn't want to come back in the morning and find his progress smashed by excited or sad dragon depending on how the night went. He quickly packed up, setting everything inside on a table before checking what he wore. He wasn't wearing much, which was probably the proper dress code for a Flight and didn't bother adding or removing anything as he made the short distance from his weyr to Nonalia's as Xyxyth took off after Laniath.
When he saw Laniath head to the pens, Xyxyth gave an excited chirp and playfully headbutted Edath and Halomirth, his ledge companions that evening, out of the way. He got along with most every dragon, but he'd also learned over his short life that a lot of attitude came to the surface when dragons waited on a gold. It's time! Laniath is bleeding her prey.
A'tay was taking advantage of the cooling evening that still held some natural light to work on the carving of a lid to a memento box someone had commissioned. He still couldn't believe someone wanted to pay him for his work! He had yet to tell Cazan the news since he got it shortly after his last trip to Telgar Weyr, but he would soon. She had been the one to encourage him to put himself out there and trust in his own work. So he had by selling a few things he had made here and there when he had time over the last year. Being Weyrsecond to a freshly opened Weyr took up a lot of his time. But the patience paid off and someone had approached him with an idea and A'tay couldn't wait to set himself on the task.
Until Xyxyth had to ruin that. "Do we have to?" It was a conversation they'd had a few times already, but A'tay had to try one more time now that the moment was upon them and he wanted to do something else. We've been over this, TayTay. Why wouldn't we Chase? We're Weyrsecond and they're Junior Weyrwoman. It makes sense and they're fun. Winning is also fun. A'tay sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. While his dragon was developing quite the fondness for Flights, he also wasn't entering every single one and A'tay appreciated that. He supposed it would also look bad if they didn't enter given the positions.
"Fine, but try to give me a few minutes to tidy up before we have too much fun, okay?" A'tay didn't want to come back in the morning and find his progress smashed by excited or sad dragon depending on how the night went. He quickly packed up, setting everything inside on a table before checking what he wore. He wasn't wearing much, which was probably the proper dress code for a Flight and didn't bother adding or removing anything as he made the short distance from his weyr to Nonalia's as Xyxyth took off after Laniath.
