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!
25.Feb.18, 02:47 AM
Halomirth bugled excitedly as dragons began to join her in the sky. They were all here for her, because they liked her, wanted her. She gave a showy little twist, preening a little as another blue showed up to chase her. Catch me, catch me! Halomirth cheered with a powerful sweep of her wings to push herself forward.
In the weyr below, F’drel echoed her, smiling at each newcomer to the weyr, going up to greet them before slipping away from their reach. The way his vision split between his own and Halomirth’s was rather fascinating, though F’drel hardly had the focus to spare on the technicalities, just on how she felt, how she flew. He laughed out loud when the brownrider who’d given him the message to deliver walked into the weyr, at the same time Halomirth crowed proudly seeing the brown who had joined the chase. Well, F’drel thought vaguely through the haze of lust, at least he’ll know his message hasn’t been sent yet. The letter itself was… somewhere? The inner pocket of his flight jacket, probably, her usually put documents he had to transport there. But where was that? F’drel remembered putting his jacket on, before Miri had leapt into the sky, but he didn’t seem to be wearing it now. Had he taken it off? Had someone else taken it off? F’drel had no idea. He couldn’t remember, not when Halomirth was flying and playing with the dragons who chose to follow him…her…them? Ah, shard it all, who cared. As long as some randy bluerider hadn’t thrown it off the ledge entirely he’d find it later. All that mattered was this.
Flying like this was intoxicating, Halomirth decided, though she was starting to get a little out of breath and her wings burned a little. She turned again, looking back at the field of pursuers. She knew some of them, but some she couldn’t recognize. Some of the blues she didn’t think she’d ever seen. Were they from other Weyrs? (How exciting! Maybe she could make new friends from this!) She knew the brown, Ghaeth. He was nice, Halomirth liked him. And Vydoriath, she liked him too. And — Aveleth, oh, Halomirth really liked Aveleth! She dipped a wing to slip closer to him, thinking that maybe she’d like it if he were to catch her. But before she could reach Aveleth she felt claws on her, snatching her from the air. Halomirth shrieked in surprise as she lost control of her flight and tumbled towards the ground with one of the blues she had never met.
Congrats to Zeianth of @'D'hys' ( Insulting Truths )
In the weyr below, F’drel echoed her, smiling at each newcomer to the weyr, going up to greet them before slipping away from their reach. The way his vision split between his own and Halomirth’s was rather fascinating, though F’drel hardly had the focus to spare on the technicalities, just on how she felt, how she flew. He laughed out loud when the brownrider who’d given him the message to deliver walked into the weyr, at the same time Halomirth crowed proudly seeing the brown who had joined the chase. Well, F’drel thought vaguely through the haze of lust, at least he’ll know his message hasn’t been sent yet. The letter itself was… somewhere? The inner pocket of his flight jacket, probably, her usually put documents he had to transport there. But where was that? F’drel remembered putting his jacket on, before Miri had leapt into the sky, but he didn’t seem to be wearing it now. Had he taken it off? Had someone else taken it off? F’drel had no idea. He couldn’t remember, not when Halomirth was flying and playing with the dragons who chose to follow him…her…them? Ah, shard it all, who cared. As long as some randy bluerider hadn’t thrown it off the ledge entirely he’d find it later. All that mattered was this.
Flying like this was intoxicating, Halomirth decided, though she was starting to get a little out of breath and her wings burned a little. She turned again, looking back at the field of pursuers. She knew some of them, but some she couldn’t recognize. Some of the blues she didn’t think she’d ever seen. Were they from other Weyrs? (How exciting! Maybe she could make new friends from this!) She knew the brown, Ghaeth. He was nice, Halomirth liked him. And Vydoriath, she liked him too. And — Aveleth, oh, Halomirth really liked Aveleth! She dipped a wing to slip closer to him, thinking that maybe she’d like it if he were to catch her. But before she could reach Aveleth she felt claws on her, snatching her from the air. Halomirth shrieked in surprise as she lost control of her flight and tumbled towards the ground with one of the blues she had never met.
Congrats to Zeianth of @'D'hys' ( Insulting Truths )
