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!
28.Aug.12, 09:20 PM
A less sensitive dragon would not have picked up on Sanderon's distant cry. A less intelligent one like Ronarth wouldn't have even stood a chance. Ilveriath, however, was already listening. He let out a soft, humming croon as he heard the boy's words. Be still, the dragon ensured him, all is well. Afterwards, he send a private whisper to I'shan, informing him of the boy's desire for water.
I'shan almost jumped. "Oh!" he gasped softly, turning and leaving abruptly, not pausing to consider that it might confused the poor boy. He returned shortly after with a cup of water. "Here," I'shan said as he hurried over to Sanderon's bedside. Much like when he served N'gelt, I'shan was filled with an inexplicable and overwhelming desire to please. It wasa part of his nature. While selfish on many levels, the little bluerider liked to be liked, and he had a larger sense of guilt and conscience than he could easily admit. It was incidents like this which brought his guilty side to the forefront, clashing with the more selfish side and putting a readable expression of conflict on his face.
Was it really selfishness, or was it fear or rejection? Ilveriath watched with apprehension as I'shan knelt in the floor beside Sanderon's bed and offered him the cup, gently holding it so the young man wouldn't have to support it himself.
"Are you all right? The healers said your back should be feeling better by now," I'shan said. His voice was muted and low, his movements stiff and awkward. He didn't know what else to say or how to approach, so he just spoke. It had worked for him before, but it also occasionally led to disaster. He couldn't being himself to make eye contact.
I'shan almost jumped. "Oh!" he gasped softly, turning and leaving abruptly, not pausing to consider that it might confused the poor boy. He returned shortly after with a cup of water. "Here," I'shan said as he hurried over to Sanderon's bedside. Much like when he served N'gelt, I'shan was filled with an inexplicable and overwhelming desire to please. It wasa part of his nature. While selfish on many levels, the little bluerider liked to be liked, and he had a larger sense of guilt and conscience than he could easily admit. It was incidents like this which brought his guilty side to the forefront, clashing with the more selfish side and putting a readable expression of conflict on his face.
Was it really selfishness, or was it fear or rejection? Ilveriath watched with apprehension as I'shan knelt in the floor beside Sanderon's bed and offered him the cup, gently holding it so the young man wouldn't have to support it himself.
"Are you all right? The healers said your back should be feeling better by now," I'shan said. His voice was muted and low, his movements stiff and awkward. He didn't know what else to say or how to approach, so he just spoke. It had worked for him before, but it also occasionally led to disaster. He couldn't being himself to make eye contact.
