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!
07.Feb.13, 01:29 AM
Wishing that she could just sink into the ground and disappear, Jisralna kept her face covered by her hat as the men shouted and tried to route the overly friendly firelizard from her bossom. When that didn't work and the larger of the two men--though hardly by much as both were decidedly tall--stepped forward Jissy peeked out from behind her hat as a shadow fell over her then squeaked as a rough hand came towards her and... O.O
As the dark-haired man extracted the little bronze from her tunic, Jisralna's hand went slack and the hat toppled to the ground as the firelizards was thrown into the air. As she stared up at the man in slack-jawed shock, not sure if she should scream or...well she was already sitting there like a dolt. Before she could make up her mind, however, the man hauled her up then in the same motion swung her up--belly and all--into his arms. Yet another squeak but she knew better than to flop around and get dumped on her rump; besides, though she was clearly shocked and more than a little embarrassed, he was just trying to help.
Of course it didn't help matters that the second he had a good hold on her, she realized that the hem of her skirt was still tucked into her belt and were now pinned to her legs making it impossible for her to cover her indecently exposed calves. Scandalous! So while the big ol' dragonrider might not be blushing or awkward, Jisralna certainly was. The blush that had taken over her visage was creeping lower until what little could be seen of her previously violated bossom was just as red, hiding any and all scrapes from the little critter's claws. Unable to flee she did the next best thing and covered her face and just for good measure, closed her eyes tight. Maybe if she couldn't see, she wouldn't be seen.
As the dark-haired man extracted the little bronze from her tunic, Jisralna's hand went slack and the hat toppled to the ground as the firelizards was thrown into the air. As she stared up at the man in slack-jawed shock, not sure if she should scream or...well she was already sitting there like a dolt. Before she could make up her mind, however, the man hauled her up then in the same motion swung her up--belly and all--into his arms. Yet another squeak but she knew better than to flop around and get dumped on her rump; besides, though she was clearly shocked and more than a little embarrassed, he was just trying to help.
Of course it didn't help matters that the second he had a good hold on her, she realized that the hem of her skirt was still tucked into her belt and were now pinned to her legs making it impossible for her to cover her indecently exposed calves. Scandalous! So while the big ol' dragonrider might not be blushing or awkward, Jisralna certainly was. The blush that had taken over her visage was creeping lower until what little could be seen of her previously violated bossom was just as red, hiding any and all scrapes from the little critter's claws. Unable to flee she did the next best thing and covered her face and just for good measure, closed her eyes tight. Maybe if she couldn't see, she wouldn't be seen.
