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!
26.Jan.12, 01:33 AM
Lymsleia wandered. She knew the sights and scents and smells. A Gather. And Dragons. Dragons. Things of legend and myth.. they were alive. As the dark skinned young woman meandered through the lighted area. It was evening and for a long while she was more disoriented than ever. She couldn't recognize the people, any of the places... but the smells of food were music to her stomach.
She wore a simple, skirt of deep harper blue, and a top of a similar shade with the collar embroidered- a borrowed outfit is seems as she raised the hem of the skirt to keep it from getting too dirted. The scent of food wafted and Lymsleia followed her feet.
The sound of dragons ,rumbling and people talking lulled her a moment. She stood before the banquet tables-- food and pots and stalls- people trying to make a mark anyway they could. She paused and tried to find someone ,anyone.. "Excuse me, I don't mean to be a bother, but which gather is this?" she gestured skyward. "My... star reading a bit hazy, but... those don't seem to be in the.. right place... " Lymsleia tried to smile, as she stared hard at the stars. Nope the Dawn Sisters were in the /wrong/ place.
She wore a simple, skirt of deep harper blue, and a top of a similar shade with the collar embroidered- a borrowed outfit is seems as she raised the hem of the skirt to keep it from getting too dirted. The scent of food wafted and Lymsleia followed her feet.
The sound of dragons ,rumbling and people talking lulled her a moment. She stood before the banquet tables-- food and pots and stalls- people trying to make a mark anyway they could. She paused and tried to find someone ,anyone.. "Excuse me, I don't mean to be a bother, but which gather is this?" she gestured skyward. "My... star reading a bit hazy, but... those don't seem to be in the.. right place... " Lymsleia tried to smile, as she stared hard at the stars. Nope the Dawn Sisters were in the /wrong/ place.
