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!
26.Jun.19, 11:22 AM
Casa snorted delicately, and shook her head, letting the subject of N’mor and Z’rin and what she was quite sure was a very boring sex life drop. Honestly, just because Z’rin was old didn’t mean he was good or interesting between the sheets – or anywhere else, either. Not that Casa was interested in finding out! No, she had no intention of sticking her nose into that relationship; if nothing else, Parella was damned scary (and honestly, would she ever bite it? She had to be ancient!) and Casa knew that greenrider would hunt down anyone that hurt her precious babies. Well, they were B’jin’s babies, but those greenriders had a fucking whack relationship… Shifting, Casa threw such thoughts to the wind and watched as R’dare poked around her desk.
A small, mischievous smile licked at the corner of Casa’s lips as she watched R’dare carefully put down the papers and turn back to her. “Mm, hmm,” she hummed, looking down at her glass with false demure as she took a sip and left his unasked questions hang in the air for a while, debating with whether or not she should share what she was up to with the bluerider, or keep it to herself. It honestly wasn’t nearly as interesting as he apparently thought but then, that made it all kinds of fun and exciting and lit the fire in Casa for causing mischief. She let the conversation turn again, wondering how long it would take before R’dare brought them back to her studying of non-sex-based things.
It didn’t take long, and Casa laughed at R’dare, shifting her position to set her feet on the floor, and put her glass down beside the couch she was on, close enough to not get knocked over in the event she forgot it was there. Though it was just water, so it wouldn’t be the end of the world regardless. “Oh, its not nearly so grand as you think,” Casa said playfully, standing up and flicking her hand in a come-with-me motion as she went over to the desk he’d just abandoned. “Since Thallyath is officially useless,” she snorted, ignoring the irritation that rolled off the gold; how could she be useless, when she was being exactly what she was meant to be? “and will be for the next several months, I thought it would be fun to map the Weyr. Do you know how many empty rooms, passages, and such there are?” She turned, lifting her eyebrows at R’dare.
“The Hold crap is boring,” she added, ignoring that. “Actual history homework for some goldrider crap that bores me to tears.” Well, actually she was brushing up on the history of the region’s Holds as per Azrin’s request so she would be quite so blonde and blundering in the social events he took her too (or, more specifically, arranged for her to attend). Casa didn’t actually find it nearly as boring as she implied, since she loved knowing things and pretending she didn’t, especially around entitled and arrogant men who thought she was just an empty little figure-head girl who didn’t know what direction the sun rose in each day. Fools!
A small, mischievous smile licked at the corner of Casa’s lips as she watched R’dare carefully put down the papers and turn back to her. “Mm, hmm,” she hummed, looking down at her glass with false demure as she took a sip and left his unasked questions hang in the air for a while, debating with whether or not she should share what she was up to with the bluerider, or keep it to herself. It honestly wasn’t nearly as interesting as he apparently thought but then, that made it all kinds of fun and exciting and lit the fire in Casa for causing mischief. She let the conversation turn again, wondering how long it would take before R’dare brought them back to her studying of non-sex-based things.
It didn’t take long, and Casa laughed at R’dare, shifting her position to set her feet on the floor, and put her glass down beside the couch she was on, close enough to not get knocked over in the event she forgot it was there. Though it was just water, so it wouldn’t be the end of the world regardless. “Oh, its not nearly so grand as you think,” Casa said playfully, standing up and flicking her hand in a come-with-me motion as she went over to the desk he’d just abandoned. “Since Thallyath is officially useless,” she snorted, ignoring the irritation that rolled off the gold; how could she be useless, when she was being exactly what she was meant to be? “and will be for the next several months, I thought it would be fun to map the Weyr. Do you know how many empty rooms, passages, and such there are?” She turned, lifting her eyebrows at R’dare.
“The Hold crap is boring,” she added, ignoring that. “Actual history homework for some goldrider crap that bores me to tears.” Well, actually she was brushing up on the history of the region’s Holds as per Azrin’s request so she would be quite so blonde and blundering in the social events he took her too (or, more specifically, arranged for her to attend). Casa didn’t actually find it nearly as boring as she implied, since she loved knowing things and pretending she didn’t, especially around entitled and arrogant men who thought she was just an empty little figure-head girl who didn’t know what direction the sun rose in each day. Fools!
