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!
05.Mar.19, 01:41 PM
"Deal. She's trouble in her own special way." Z'rin was still smiling, a laugh in his voice as they talked about the girl they both seemed to know. He was so glad he was already mated as he feared Mylorah would take full advantage of his being single and do her best to match him up with every man and woman she knew. He did, however, catch her a time or two early on definitely giving him a careful once over as if comparing him to someone else and she wondered if she had a crush on N'mor or if she had someone else she had wanted the bronzerider to be with.
“Sooo… what’s the proper way to proceed from this bed? Is it cool to ask you to breakfast? Or maybe ask to meet up for lunch after we clean up because you seem fun to talk with?” He was frowning again as he tried to figure out what to do next. It felt rude to just toss on his pants and leave. They just had sex—which he couldn’t remember thanks to his inability to regain any sort of control or vision during Flights—and now… He really didn’t know what to do. It didn’t look like they made a big mess so he couldn’t offer to clean up.
“Or maybe go back to sleep because our dragons woke us up way too early in the morning?” Z’rin was oddly a bit wired despite the sated dragon on the other end of the bond and the work out he just had. No doubt he’d be ready to crash again soon enough once the high brought on by F’drel’s accidental matchmaking wore off. He’d head out, have a bath, and try to tempt N’mor back into bed with him for some more sleep. “In our own beds, I mean! I don’t want to, I mean, your bed seems rather comfortable but I… well… yeah…” he really wasn’t a master of that talking thing at the moment and he was going to stick with blaming Varralath for it.
“Sooo… what’s the proper way to proceed from this bed? Is it cool to ask you to breakfast? Or maybe ask to meet up for lunch after we clean up because you seem fun to talk with?” He was frowning again as he tried to figure out what to do next. It felt rude to just toss on his pants and leave. They just had sex—which he couldn’t remember thanks to his inability to regain any sort of control or vision during Flights—and now… He really didn’t know what to do. It didn’t look like they made a big mess so he couldn’t offer to clean up.
“Or maybe go back to sleep because our dragons woke us up way too early in the morning?” Z’rin was oddly a bit wired despite the sated dragon on the other end of the bond and the work out he just had. No doubt he’d be ready to crash again soon enough once the high brought on by F’drel’s accidental matchmaking wore off. He’d head out, have a bath, and try to tempt N’mor back into bed with him for some more sleep. “In our own beds, I mean! I don’t want to, I mean, your bed seems rather comfortable but I… well… yeah…” he really wasn’t a master of that talking thing at the moment and he was going to stick with blaming Varralath for it.
