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!
14.Apr.18, 04:11 PM
She wasn’t new to this, neither of them were anymore. It was seven turns since she had Impressed Okalinath and while Kahleena had no regrets, she didn’t always enjoy some of the circumstances of what it meant to be a goldrider.
The main one being the effects of flightlust on her normally restrained and demure character, which encouraged the bouts of guilt and shame that could leave her confused and frustrated as she struggled to cope with the sense that she had behaved inappropriately. Kahleena understood now that she didn’t need to be so concerned, that no one would mind or judge her negatively.
However, the knowledge of that being the case wasn’t likely to change her own mood as she felt that awareness of her dragon and the knowledge of what would come afterward. Kahleena had suspected for a while that Okalinath was a keen matchmaker and it was one of the reasons that she was often surprised - and a little delighted - with who won the flights but her gold was never willing to share when it came to her plans, or even if she had any in the first place You’re being far too serious about this; it’s not supposed to be that the warm, friendly and soothing tones of the dragon were deepened becoming far more sensual as Kahleena leaned over the edge of her Weyr looking down at Okalinath, already gently a-glow and stretching up as she looked up, her eyes changing color as they began to softly whir with increasing emotional excitement.
//I’m not. // she attempted to insist but Kahleena was fairly sure it was a protest made in vain and therefore unlikely to be successful.
Okalinath didn’t speak again, the warm desire that was awakening in her own limbs shared with her rider as she took to the sky, heading for the herdbeats //Blood. Remember, dear one… just the blood...// she always reminded her and Okalinath carefree and far more playful than her rider always rumbled her protest before finally accepting that it had to be that way //That’s it// she reassured and watched as Okalinath trumpeted the challenge to the rest of the weyr, announcing that not only was she ready but that she dared them all to prove who was the most capable to give chase and finally emerge a the victor.
The main one being the effects of flightlust on her normally restrained and demure character, which encouraged the bouts of guilt and shame that could leave her confused and frustrated as she struggled to cope with the sense that she had behaved inappropriately. Kahleena understood now that she didn’t need to be so concerned, that no one would mind or judge her negatively.
However, the knowledge of that being the case wasn’t likely to change her own mood as she felt that awareness of her dragon and the knowledge of what would come afterward. Kahleena had suspected for a while that Okalinath was a keen matchmaker and it was one of the reasons that she was often surprised - and a little delighted - with who won the flights but her gold was never willing to share when it came to her plans, or even if she had any in the first place You’re being far too serious about this; it’s not supposed to be that the warm, friendly and soothing tones of the dragon were deepened becoming far more sensual as Kahleena leaned over the edge of her Weyr looking down at Okalinath, already gently a-glow and stretching up as she looked up, her eyes changing color as they began to softly whir with increasing emotional excitement.
//I’m not. // she attempted to insist but Kahleena was fairly sure it was a protest made in vain and therefore unlikely to be successful.
Okalinath didn’t speak again, the warm desire that was awakening in her own limbs shared with her rider as she took to the sky, heading for the herdbeats //Blood. Remember, dear one… just the blood...// she always reminded her and Okalinath carefree and far more playful than her rider always rumbled her protest before finally accepting that it had to be that way //That’s it// she reassured and watched as Okalinath trumpeted the challenge to the rest of the weyr, announcing that not only was she ready but that she dared them all to prove who was the most capable to give chase and finally emerge a the victor.
