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!
03.Dec.18, 08:07 AM
Indivara was feeling more like herself, as she waddled across the weyr to the couch, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders like a cape and her fluffy socks helping her glide across the stone floor between rugs without having to actively walk. She knew she was supposed to ‘walk properly’, but she did that several times a day, toddling backwards and forwards to the toilet chambers, and then doing extra laps up and back the main hall to keep everyone happy. Primarily Val and Venseth. Faranth help her; Val didn’t say much, but Indivara had seen him looking at her in a manner that perfectly matched Venseth’s constant babying of her. She loved them both dearly.
The young woman had been allowed to come home again after the first seven days of the Healers keeping a close eye on her. She didn’t think she needed to be eyeballed so regularly, but had stopped complaining about it when someone (she couldn’t even remember who) told her that the majority of the people they’d done the surgery on had died. Considering Indivara was well aware of her own poor health history, she was rather surprised they’d taken the chance on her, never mind that she was doing okay. Well, honestly, as much pain as she was in, Indivara actually felt great. It was so good not to be pregnant anymore!
Smiling to herself, Indivara paused as she was passing Val at his desk, and slipped close enough to press against his side as she watched him work on a piece of writing. She didn’t bother trying to read it, she was just watching the way he moved his pen carefully through the strokes for the letters. When he finished his sentence or, whatever, and sat back a little bit, Indivara settled carefully on his knees and curled against him affectionately. They’d both been warned – multiple times – against sex, but their relationship was built on literally turns and turns of cuddles; the lack of sex didn’t bother Indivara – besides which, the idea of having sex made her feel physically sick. Probably a good thing, because her stomach was still in the beginnings of healing, and Val didn’t like blood and she was on some stupid post-pregnancy extended period.
Fucking joys of being a woman!
Leaning against Val’s right side, she tucked her head into the crook of his neck and let him get back to work as he held her obediently, not bothering with conversation and simply enjoying the easy, quiet companionship. It took her Val’s head shifting up before she realised the dragons were moving around and she could hear Venseth chirping and trilling. Indivara blinked, having more or less dozed off where she was sitting, and turned to look towards the entrance way from the ledge. She stared blankly for a second, before smiling with sleepy delight. “Hello, Z’rin!” her voice was slightly hoarse from not doing a lot (any) talking for the better part of the last six or so hours, and she kissed Val on the cheek but didn’t get up from his lap.
“Come join us,” she said cheerfully, a tinge of mischief in her voice as she nodded at the chair on the opposite side of Val’s desk; she knew her mate wouldn’t be thrilled about being joined by an ‘interruption’, but she didn’t want to move and Z’rin had come to visit so they should entertain him (even though Indivara would be leeching most of her entertainment from Val’s irritation). He would survive though, and she’d invited Z’rin to join where he had a row of books and other odds and ends keeping Val’s work private if he wanted to keep at whatever he was doing.
The young woman had been allowed to come home again after the first seven days of the Healers keeping a close eye on her. She didn’t think she needed to be eyeballed so regularly, but had stopped complaining about it when someone (she couldn’t even remember who) told her that the majority of the people they’d done the surgery on had died. Considering Indivara was well aware of her own poor health history, she was rather surprised they’d taken the chance on her, never mind that she was doing okay. Well, honestly, as much pain as she was in, Indivara actually felt great. It was so good not to be pregnant anymore!
Smiling to herself, Indivara paused as she was passing Val at his desk, and slipped close enough to press against his side as she watched him work on a piece of writing. She didn’t bother trying to read it, she was just watching the way he moved his pen carefully through the strokes for the letters. When he finished his sentence or, whatever, and sat back a little bit, Indivara settled carefully on his knees and curled against him affectionately. They’d both been warned – multiple times – against sex, but their relationship was built on literally turns and turns of cuddles; the lack of sex didn’t bother Indivara – besides which, the idea of having sex made her feel physically sick. Probably a good thing, because her stomach was still in the beginnings of healing, and Val didn’t like blood and she was on some stupid post-pregnancy extended period.
Fucking joys of being a woman!
Leaning against Val’s right side, she tucked her head into the crook of his neck and let him get back to work as he held her obediently, not bothering with conversation and simply enjoying the easy, quiet companionship. It took her Val’s head shifting up before she realised the dragons were moving around and she could hear Venseth chirping and trilling. Indivara blinked, having more or less dozed off where she was sitting, and turned to look towards the entrance way from the ledge. She stared blankly for a second, before smiling with sleepy delight. “Hello, Z’rin!” her voice was slightly hoarse from not doing a lot (any) talking for the better part of the last six or so hours, and she kissed Val on the cheek but didn’t get up from his lap.
“Come join us,” she said cheerfully, a tinge of mischief in her voice as she nodded at the chair on the opposite side of Val’s desk; she knew her mate wouldn’t be thrilled about being joined by an ‘interruption’, but she didn’t want to move and Z’rin had come to visit so they should entertain him (even though Indivara would be leeching most of her entertainment from Val’s irritation). He would survive though, and she’d invited Z’rin to join where he had a row of books and other odds and ends keeping Val’s work private if he wanted to keep at whatever he was doing.
