24.Jul.19, 07:38 PM
Vessaelia laughed as she did the requested twirl, loving the way the dress flared out as she did so. It was a rather cute dress and she had no problems with showing it off and in fact loved that it was being admired. More people should be doing so! But as she finished the twirl and smiled at the compliment, she leaned back in to cup his cheek and her smile softened to one of fond memories. “And no, you haven’t really changed, well, I guess you have. More chiselled but still you. I was just surprised to see you.”
She hated to admit to being a bit too busy sulking for nearly a year to notice much outside of her dragon and her sexy bronzerider that she was just now able to be intimate with again. Tiath was a mature girl and had been fine with them together for a while but Vessaelia had still held off more for her own beliefs that A’dis wouldn’t really want her. Maybe she had him work a bit harder for her affections at times but she finally gave in once more and clung rather tightly to him.
Speaking of clinging tightly to her bronzerider, Vessaelia stepped back out of Beckitt’s personal bubble, lowering her hand back to her side. “I’ve been… occupied, I suppose is the politest way to put things. Weyrlinghood is quite the adventure!” She laughed again, trying to make light of it all. Of course a lot of the struggles were partly due to her being a woman and being picked on but also because she had added to it by not entirely applying herself. She did just enough to learn the lessons, show she could do the task, and move on.
“You, however, will have no issues with it when your dragon finds you.” She had no doubt Beckitt would be perfect as a dragonrider, and not just because he was born into the Weyr. He was a constant fount of positivity, a quick learner, and great with his hands—in crafting, of course, though perhaps she recalled in other ways as well—so tending to the dragon and gear would be easy work.
“But how have you been, Kitt?”
She hated to admit to being a bit too busy sulking for nearly a year to notice much outside of her dragon and her sexy bronzerider that she was just now able to be intimate with again. Tiath was a mature girl and had been fine with them together for a while but Vessaelia had still held off more for her own beliefs that A’dis wouldn’t really want her. Maybe she had him work a bit harder for her affections at times but she finally gave in once more and clung rather tightly to him.
Speaking of clinging tightly to her bronzerider, Vessaelia stepped back out of Beckitt’s personal bubble, lowering her hand back to her side. “I’ve been… occupied, I suppose is the politest way to put things. Weyrlinghood is quite the adventure!” She laughed again, trying to make light of it all. Of course a lot of the struggles were partly due to her being a woman and being picked on but also because she had added to it by not entirely applying herself. She did just enough to learn the lessons, show she could do the task, and move on.
“You, however, will have no issues with it when your dragon finds you.” She had no doubt Beckitt would be perfect as a dragonrider, and not just because he was born into the Weyr. He was a constant fount of positivity, a quick learner, and great with his hands—in crafting, of course, though perhaps she recalled in other ways as well—so tending to the dragon and gear would be easy work.
“But how have you been, Kitt?”