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!
10.May.14, 09:24 AM
Syra had no idea how long she had been dozing when she was rudely awoken by a massive water splash soaking her and the better half of the cloak she was laying on. She shot upward, sputtering and wiping water from her face. The shock of the water scared Mimic and she shot off of Syra, squawking her displeasure before disappearing into the hood of the cloak again, which seemed to be her safe place. "By the egg!" she swore, her face a mask of rage and utter annoyance that would make even the strongest man flinch, "Who the hell just drenched me!? You better have a good reason fo- Ohh." the last was cut off by the woman looking up to see the man in the water. His longer hair and attractiveness only cooled her fury a little bit, but she couldn't seem to drag her green eyes from him. Syra shook herself, hiding her reaction and shouted loud enough for him to hear, "What do you think you are doing?!"
As she stood, wiping away excess water from the dress that now clung to her suggestively, the woman tried to compose herself. She had seen the man before, of course, when Kiamyn had pointed out her half brother, but she hadn't had too much conversation with him in the past. Nothing more than polite conversation, and usually in passing. Seeing him now, with no one around and her own thoughts clouded by sleep and waking lustfulness. He was a very fit man, and she knew he rode a blue dragon but it wasn't in the water with him. Syra dragged her gaze upward, seeing the blue hovering above the lake and decided that Z'lud must have dove into the water from his dragon's back. That would explain the huge splash he made. A smile split her face as she looked up at the beast above her; she truly loved the dragons of Pern. She wanted desperately to climb aboard the beautiful blue and fly free through the skies on dragonback with him.
It wasn't long before the clinging dress started to irritate the woman, and she hiked up the hem to her knees again and tied a knot in the side. "You know, the least you could do is announce yourself next time!" she grumped, unsure of if the man had heard and fairly sure that his bonded had. Crossing her arms across her chest, she fixed a the man with an unwavering stare and she continued to look him over. Her hair fell in smooth waves around her face and over her shoulders, and the made no move to tame it or braid it away from her face. Mimic hadn't reappeared from the cloak yet, and Syra was sure she was probably as cold as she herself was. It didn't bother her much, she knew the sun would dry out the cloak and her dress in time, and the hatchling firelizard would warm up as well in the heavy hood. The crashing tide on the bank of the lake was inching its way closer to the nest where her little one had hatched, but she wasn't worried since the rest of the clutch were duds.
As she stood, wiping away excess water from the dress that now clung to her suggestively, the woman tried to compose herself. She had seen the man before, of course, when Kiamyn had pointed out her half brother, but she hadn't had too much conversation with him in the past. Nothing more than polite conversation, and usually in passing. Seeing him now, with no one around and her own thoughts clouded by sleep and waking lustfulness. He was a very fit man, and she knew he rode a blue dragon but it wasn't in the water with him. Syra dragged her gaze upward, seeing the blue hovering above the lake and decided that Z'lud must have dove into the water from his dragon's back. That would explain the huge splash he made. A smile split her face as she looked up at the beast above her; she truly loved the dragons of Pern. She wanted desperately to climb aboard the beautiful blue and fly free through the skies on dragonback with him.
It wasn't long before the clinging dress started to irritate the woman, and she hiked up the hem to her knees again and tied a knot in the side. "You know, the least you could do is announce yourself next time!" she grumped, unsure of if the man had heard and fairly sure that his bonded had. Crossing her arms across her chest, she fixed a the man with an unwavering stare and she continued to look him over. Her hair fell in smooth waves around her face and over her shoulders, and the made no move to tame it or braid it away from her face. Mimic hadn't reappeared from the cloak yet, and Syra was sure she was probably as cold as she herself was. It didn't bother her much, she knew the sun would dry out the cloak and her dress in time, and the hatchling firelizard would warm up as well in the heavy hood. The crashing tide on the bank of the lake was inching its way closer to the nest where her little one had hatched, but she wasn't worried since the rest of the clutch were duds.
