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!
21.May.14, 11:17 AM
Z’ia watched the sudden play of event with interest; he was surprised. Like the young woman he was stringing along, Z’ia had not expected nearly such a display from R’nya, and curiously began to work on overdrive, he would definitely have to dig up the exact details of what had made the bronzerider tick so beautifully, and at such a little tap! K’tir had not even entered the room before R’nya was reacting ot the man’s presence. Then he opened his mouth and everything exploded. It was positively glorious and Z’ia would have dearly loved to thoroughly enjoy the show – but it appeared Rhaedalyn had no such desire to let any of them do any such thing.
Instead, the tiny bluerider watched with confusion and hurt as R’nya stormed outside, as Rhaedalyn dismissed them with a pointed look at himself that had Z’ia giving an apparently useless look of heartbreak to the girl, and then K’tir was leaving. Had he not been focused on keeping himself in character, Z’ia would have laughed outright at the way the other man seemed to just shrug the whole ordeal off and leave with his dinner. Z’ia stood up slowly to follow the brownrider, but when the other went out the door, Z’ia paused, closing it gently and laying the bar across it, barring anyone from entering – or Rhaedalyn from storming out too swiftly.
Turning, Z’ia watched as Rhaedalyn slipped under the covers, and vanished into the depths of her bed. Toeing his shoes off, Z’ia set them beside the door and padded quietly with his socks on across the room, pausing at the table to savour a mouthful of wine before throwing back what was left in R’nya’s unused cup. Then he continued on his way to the bed, being sure to be quiet, though he certainly wasn’t attempting to sneak around. He simply didn’t want the girl going into some raging fit.
Reaching the bed, he peered in vague amusement at the lump that was Rhaedalyn, before schooling himself and sighing softly. Climbing carefully onto the bed, Z’ia folded his legs under himself and set his hand gently on what he assumed was Rhaedalyn’s hip, brushing in little soft strokes, he appeared to struggle to find the right words. In all honesty, the only struggle was not to laugh at the girl.
“Rhaedalyn? Love? I didn’t know. Honest.” Voice barely above a whisper and giving every indication of regret and distress, Z’ia shifted uncomfortably and his hand paused in the soft touches, and he sighed deeply. “I’m so very sorry,” whispered, and Z’ia was beyond delighted by the appearance of a tear to trail softly down his cheek. Despite that, he was quick to lift his hand from Rhaedalyn’s hip and swipe it away in an act of masculinity that doubled at drawing attention to the fact, if she would peek the fuck out from under the blankets!
“I-“ a slight pause, “I guess I’ll see you later, then.” Dispirited, and dejected, Z’ia gave the lump that was the goldrider a gentle squeeze and stood up slowly, backing unhappily towards the door he had previously barred. “I love you.”
Instead, the tiny bluerider watched with confusion and hurt as R’nya stormed outside, as Rhaedalyn dismissed them with a pointed look at himself that had Z’ia giving an apparently useless look of heartbreak to the girl, and then K’tir was leaving. Had he not been focused on keeping himself in character, Z’ia would have laughed outright at the way the other man seemed to just shrug the whole ordeal off and leave with his dinner. Z’ia stood up slowly to follow the brownrider, but when the other went out the door, Z’ia paused, closing it gently and laying the bar across it, barring anyone from entering – or Rhaedalyn from storming out too swiftly.
Turning, Z’ia watched as Rhaedalyn slipped under the covers, and vanished into the depths of her bed. Toeing his shoes off, Z’ia set them beside the door and padded quietly with his socks on across the room, pausing at the table to savour a mouthful of wine before throwing back what was left in R’nya’s unused cup. Then he continued on his way to the bed, being sure to be quiet, though he certainly wasn’t attempting to sneak around. He simply didn’t want the girl going into some raging fit.
Reaching the bed, he peered in vague amusement at the lump that was Rhaedalyn, before schooling himself and sighing softly. Climbing carefully onto the bed, Z’ia folded his legs under himself and set his hand gently on what he assumed was Rhaedalyn’s hip, brushing in little soft strokes, he appeared to struggle to find the right words. In all honesty, the only struggle was not to laugh at the girl.
“Rhaedalyn? Love? I didn’t know. Honest.” Voice barely above a whisper and giving every indication of regret and distress, Z’ia shifted uncomfortably and his hand paused in the soft touches, and he sighed deeply. “I’m so very sorry,” whispered, and Z’ia was beyond delighted by the appearance of a tear to trail softly down his cheek. Despite that, he was quick to lift his hand from Rhaedalyn’s hip and swipe it away in an act of masculinity that doubled at drawing attention to the fact, if she would peek the fuck out from under the blankets!
“I-“ a slight pause, “I guess I’ll see you later, then.” Dispirited, and dejected, Z’ia gave the lump that was the goldrider a gentle squeeze and stood up slowly, backing unhappily towards the door he had previously barred. “I love you.”
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
