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!
22.Apr.14, 10:03 PM
Peorray startled awake, momentarily disoriented until recognition kicked in to show her the safety of her own bedroom and the bulk of her dragon beyond. As her heart rate slowed to normal and her eyes adjusted to the dark, she automatically reached out to check on her queen. One of the quirks of the bond was that she wasn’t always sure which dreams were hers and which belonged to Wydrith; this dream, of being chased while fleeing a dire fate, could have been from either of them.
Outside, Wydrith shifted fretfully, peering about her in the dark with widened eyes. The night was still and calm, but a bit nippy still as the springtime air struggled toward summer, and the slight chill felt good against her hide as she sought about for what had disturbed her. They’re watching me, Peorray… She whispered to her rider, gaining her feet. That felt like a better position, preparation for what was to come.
It wasn’t unusual for the gold to dream about being watched, so Peorray wasn’t expecting much as she got out of bed, snagging the thin nightgown on her bedpost as she went in order to protect her skin from the night air. She was in the middle of a jaw-cracking yawn when she cleared the doorway to find her dragon shining brilliantly with more than just the moons’ light. The sight woke her up in a hurry as her heart shot into her throat in an automatic response.
As though her rider’s reaction were a signal she’d been waiting for, Wydrith launched herself into the air, looking longingly at the sky before banking for the feeding pens in obedience to draconic instinct. Her first impulse was to rend and tear, bolt the meat she suddenly craved so she could get to the relative sanctuary of the sky even faster. Flight had always been a joy and a refuge for her, the one place she owned all that she saw and felt as confidence as she loved Peorray for being.
No. Peorray forbade her automatically, glad for the instruction she’d received in mating flights as most of her was busy flailing in stunned surprise. Wydrith had always looked to her for guidance and reassurance- for the gold to be balking now, even though she’d been told to expect it, was something of a shock to the system.
Not for long, though. Peorray curled her hands into fists as she dug into their link more firmly, feeling her skin beginning to flush with her partner’s reflected heat. Blood, Wydrith. I need you to get the blood and fly high for both of us. Take us high and far, love, please? Can you do that?
It was the right tactic to use. Wydrith would do anything for her rider, even now, and if Peorray needed her to lap up the hot blood of her prey, she would do so. The woman relaxed fractionally as the dragon finally followed her will, and a stray though made her laugh into the night.
Would the mature bronzers at Telgar be able to drag themselves out of sleep in time, or would the weyrling bronzes choose to chase and steal a march on their older fellows?
She never actually saw when her question was answered, letting herself be swept up with Wydrith as the gold launched herself skyward again to begin her flight in earnest.
Outside, Wydrith shifted fretfully, peering about her in the dark with widened eyes. The night was still and calm, but a bit nippy still as the springtime air struggled toward summer, and the slight chill felt good against her hide as she sought about for what had disturbed her.
It wasn’t unusual for the gold to dream about being watched, so Peorray wasn’t expecting much as she got out of bed, snagging the thin nightgown on her bedpost as she went in order to protect her skin from the night air. She was in the middle of a jaw-cracking yawn when she cleared the doorway to find her dragon shining brilliantly with more than just the moons’ light. The sight woke her up in a hurry as her heart shot into her throat in an automatic response.
As though her rider’s reaction were a signal she’d been waiting for, Wydrith launched herself into the air, looking longingly at the sky before banking for the feeding pens in obedience to draconic instinct. Her first impulse was to rend and tear, bolt the meat she suddenly craved so she could get to the relative sanctuary of the sky even faster. Flight had always been a joy and a refuge for her, the one place she owned all that she saw and felt as confidence as she loved Peorray for being.
No. Peorray forbade her automatically, glad for the instruction she’d received in mating flights as most of her was busy flailing in stunned surprise. Wydrith had always looked to her for guidance and reassurance- for the gold to be balking now, even though she’d been told to expect it, was something of a shock to the system.
Not for long, though. Peorray curled her hands into fists as she dug into their link more firmly, feeling her skin beginning to flush with her partner’s reflected heat. Blood, Wydrith. I need you to get the blood and fly high for both of us. Take us high and far, love, please? Can you do that?
It was the right tactic to use. Wydrith would do anything for her rider, even now, and if Peorray needed her to lap up the hot blood of her prey, she would do so. The woman relaxed fractionally as the dragon finally followed her will, and a stray though made her laugh into the night.
Would the mature bronzers at Telgar be able to drag themselves out of sleep in time, or would the weyrling bronzes choose to chase and steal a march on their older fellows?
She never actually saw when her question was answered, letting herself be swept up with Wydrith as the gold launched herself skyward again to begin her flight in earnest.
