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!
03.Jan.14, 07:26 PM
Sennia settled her arms around S’bel, mindful not to squeeze so hard she was embarrassing. But she did rest her cheek on his sholder blade, pressed close to him not only for comfort but warmth as well. The cold while in motion seemed to sting. Set behind S’bel was the preferred place to be. Holding on to him also afforded her a scenic view of the land they passed over. This was the exhilarating part. The sense of freedom and detachment for everything else. She even lessened her hold so she could see more, though resumed her place against him when the short flight would be over.
Sennia had to marvel at Ipsyth and how he carried both of them. Such a beautiful blue dragon. She was almost sad the flight didn’t last longer and reluctantly leaned away from S’bel when Ipsyth touched down in a clearing. Being so close to another person was nice. Pleasant even. Especially since she hadn’t been in over 5 turns.
No matter, she didn’t hesitate to release him when he slid off and returned his smile as she took the initiative to slide off on her own. She’d seen him do it often enough, and she’d had some practice. Her hand brushed against Ipsyth, murmuring a soft, “Thank you,” before she turned to the clearing they found themselves in. Sennia had a healthy dose of experience foraging since she’d lived on her own, on a farm, for quite some time. The nearest village had been some ways off. If anything, she was rather pleased with how isolated they were. The quiet, the wind through the bare branches – these were things she was accustomed. Or had been, before the weyr.
Sennia took a long moment to take stock of their surroundings. Noting where they were, what areas she should start foraging from, and how she’d begin this little expedition. She’d come equipped with a couple bags tucked in the pockets of her jacket. Nothing heavy duty or thick, it would hold whatever herbs or needle thorn she could find until they got back. Sennia glanced at S’bel before teasingly suggesting, “If you wanted to leave me here and come back in the evening…?”
It didn’t occur to her he might actually prefer to do that. She didn’t think her company that disagreeable for someone who willingly opted to take her out on trips like this. Rather than waiting for him to answer, she took a deep breath of the crisp air and began to make her way toward the forest. “You know,” she said conversationally, “I think it’s my birthday in a couple days…” It was the season for it, certainly. The chill in the air, the press of it against her jacket and cheeks, was a fond memory. Her previous birthdays were days away from routine, when she’d spare some time for herself and go into the forest to forage. Or, rather, just walk around with a sense of freedom she was not accustomed.
Sennia had to marvel at Ipsyth and how he carried both of them. Such a beautiful blue dragon. She was almost sad the flight didn’t last longer and reluctantly leaned away from S’bel when Ipsyth touched down in a clearing. Being so close to another person was nice. Pleasant even. Especially since she hadn’t been in over 5 turns.
No matter, she didn’t hesitate to release him when he slid off and returned his smile as she took the initiative to slide off on her own. She’d seen him do it often enough, and she’d had some practice. Her hand brushed against Ipsyth, murmuring a soft, “Thank you,” before she turned to the clearing they found themselves in. Sennia had a healthy dose of experience foraging since she’d lived on her own, on a farm, for quite some time. The nearest village had been some ways off. If anything, she was rather pleased with how isolated they were. The quiet, the wind through the bare branches – these were things she was accustomed. Or had been, before the weyr.
Sennia took a long moment to take stock of their surroundings. Noting where they were, what areas she should start foraging from, and how she’d begin this little expedition. She’d come equipped with a couple bags tucked in the pockets of her jacket. Nothing heavy duty or thick, it would hold whatever herbs or needle thorn she could find until they got back. Sennia glanced at S’bel before teasingly suggesting, “If you wanted to leave me here and come back in the evening…?”
It didn’t occur to her he might actually prefer to do that. She didn’t think her company that disagreeable for someone who willingly opted to take her out on trips like this. Rather than waiting for him to answer, she took a deep breath of the crisp air and began to make her way toward the forest. “You know,” she said conversationally, “I think it’s my birthday in a couple days…” It was the season for it, certainly. The chill in the air, the press of it against her jacket and cheeks, was a fond memory. Her previous birthdays were days away from routine, when she’d spare some time for herself and go into the forest to forage. Or, rather, just walk around with a sense of freedom she was not accustomed.
Come along now, come along with me
