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!
20.Oct.12, 10:16 PM
Aveleth was pleased by the positive response he received. He did not remember his last meeting with the little green, and since Z'ia didn't consider it something worth remembering, the blue had no memories to pick through to remind him of the event. Despite that, the young blue knew enough about Charath to know she was spunky and prickly, much like Astoreth was want to be, and while she was certainly not the sweet gem Rilaleeyth was, she was very pretty and very clever. She was also being kind enough for the time being for the young blue to relax slightly and stress less about being picked on - especially while she was content to pick upon her own rider.
Classes are important. Aveleth murmured, his voice lingering between approval and disapproval for the manner in which things appeared to be carried out between the pair. At least Charath was paying attention in classes! Z'ia was flighty, until Delemth The name was spoken with quiet reverence; a clutchmate lost. Aveleth pulled the additional memories from Z'ia's mind, causing the young man in the grass to frown up at his beast in confusion. Everyone paid attention after that. Losing that pair had been a shock; so well known and easy to get along with! Aveleth shook off the mournful mood. He sincerely hoped such a shock would not be required for Charath to get a handle on her rider.
"Yes, Aveleth!" Z'ia replied seriouslly, scowling at Erisi in a manner that obviously scolded the young greenrider for disbeliving him. "He wasn't always such a pansy, you know!" ... Thanks. Aveleth's word was as dry as a summer desert and Z'ia resisted the urge to laugh at the blue. "I most certainly am not!" Z'ia snorted, letting his amusement show now as he took in the expression on Erisi's features. "Nearly did," he added, pursing his lips to smother the smirk. "By the time he realised he had to catch me I was a long way down." Such an adrenaline rush! Z'ia quivered with remembered delight.
"Determination isn't a bad thing. You just have to channel her determination to something useful instead of something annoying." A pause, and a smirk. "Good luck!"
Classes are important. Aveleth murmured, his voice lingering between approval and disapproval for the manner in which things appeared to be carried out between the pair. At least Charath was paying attention in classes! Z'ia was flighty, until Delemth The name was spoken with quiet reverence; a clutchmate lost. Aveleth pulled the additional memories from Z'ia's mind, causing the young man in the grass to frown up at his beast in confusion. Everyone paid attention after that. Losing that pair had been a shock; so well known and easy to get along with! Aveleth shook off the mournful mood. He sincerely hoped such a shock would not be required for Charath to get a handle on her rider.
"Yes, Aveleth!" Z'ia replied seriouslly, scowling at Erisi in a manner that obviously scolded the young greenrider for disbeliving him. "He wasn't always such a pansy, you know!" ... Thanks. Aveleth's word was as dry as a summer desert and Z'ia resisted the urge to laugh at the blue. "I most certainly am not!" Z'ia snorted, letting his amusement show now as he took in the expression on Erisi's features. "Nearly did," he added, pursing his lips to smother the smirk. "By the time he realised he had to catch me I was a long way down." Such an adrenaline rush! Z'ia quivered with remembered delight.
"Determination isn't a bad thing. You just have to channel her determination to something useful instead of something annoying." A pause, and a smirk. "Good luck!"
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
