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!
17.Jan.21, 12:33 AM
N’mor kissed Z’rin, a lingering and warm kiss filled with his love for the bluerider, hand roaming lazily before pulling back and grinning at the slightly dazed look on his mate’s face. “C’mon, or we’ll be late.” Not something he really wanted to be, since Helyna had the potential to be rather scary when she wanted, and N’mor rather enjoyed visiting his son; he’d hate for her to get snotty with him and tell him he couldn’t come to see the child. He didn’t really think she would go that far, since Vondlyn was as excited to see N’mor as N’mor was to see the boy.
Pulling a jacket on, N’mor let Z’rin do it up with wandering hands, laughing as he groped his mate, biting him playfully on the neck, dodging away before Z’rin could inflict revenge. Playful banter filled the weyr as N’mor set about strapping up Rhezalth, making sure the bronze was set to one side enough for their blue companion to fit in and get strapped up as well. Once the straps were all in place, N’mor snagged Z’rin’s arm to pull him in for another playful kiss, the bronzerider’s good mood evident in his actions. Foreheads together, N’mor smiled softly at Z’rin, “love you,” he told him. Another fleeting kiss, and N’mor broke the embrace to mount up.
They didn’t need the straps, or to fly, but N’mor preferred to do both. His dragon wanted to see his mate, and N’mor had already lost an arm. He wasn’t particularly keen on losing anything else because he chose to fly without straps. Besides, it wouldn’t be a very good standard to set for his son! A few moments later, and Rhezalth was landing on Iliyith’s ledge, crooning affectionately to the gold dragon, touching his nose to her cheek, giving a quick lick.Hello beautiful, Rhezalth said placidly, voice warm and affectionate.
“Honey!” N’mor called, his voice full of laughter, “I’m hooome!” Eyes sparkling, he grinned when Vondlyn came charging up to him, running on sturdy toddler legs, and N’mor crouched down to wrap his arm around the child, picking him up with a grunt. “You’re getting big!” He cheered, kissing Vondlyn on the cheek and blowing a raspberry against his neck, making the little boy laugh. N’mor was saddened by the thought that he wouldn’t be able to pick the child up for much longer; he was getting too big and heavy for a single arm, even one as strong as N’mor’s. Adjusting Vondlyn on his hip, N’mor entered the weyr proper, smiling at Helyna.
“Hello, Lyna. How have you been?” As if they hadn’t seen each other just a couple of days ago. N’mor’s smile was warm, though it was brighter when Z’rin came up beside him and greeted the child, grey eyes filled with love and affection for his mate.
Pulling a jacket on, N’mor let Z’rin do it up with wandering hands, laughing as he groped his mate, biting him playfully on the neck, dodging away before Z’rin could inflict revenge. Playful banter filled the weyr as N’mor set about strapping up Rhezalth, making sure the bronze was set to one side enough for their blue companion to fit in and get strapped up as well. Once the straps were all in place, N’mor snagged Z’rin’s arm to pull him in for another playful kiss, the bronzerider’s good mood evident in his actions. Foreheads together, N’mor smiled softly at Z’rin, “love you,” he told him. Another fleeting kiss, and N’mor broke the embrace to mount up.
They didn’t need the straps, or to fly, but N’mor preferred to do both. His dragon wanted to see his mate, and N’mor had already lost an arm. He wasn’t particularly keen on losing anything else because he chose to fly without straps. Besides, it wouldn’t be a very good standard to set for his son! A few moments later, and Rhezalth was landing on Iliyith’s ledge, crooning affectionately to the gold dragon, touching his nose to her cheek, giving a quick lick.
“Honey!” N’mor called, his voice full of laughter, “I’m hooome!” Eyes sparkling, he grinned when Vondlyn came charging up to him, running on sturdy toddler legs, and N’mor crouched down to wrap his arm around the child, picking him up with a grunt. “You’re getting big!” He cheered, kissing Vondlyn on the cheek and blowing a raspberry against his neck, making the little boy laugh. N’mor was saddened by the thought that he wouldn’t be able to pick the child up for much longer; he was getting too big and heavy for a single arm, even one as strong as N’mor’s. Adjusting Vondlyn on his hip, N’mor entered the weyr proper, smiling at Helyna.
“Hello, Lyna. How have you been?” As if they hadn’t seen each other just a couple of days ago. N’mor’s smile was warm, though it was brighter when Z’rin came up beside him and greeted the child, grey eyes filled with love and affection for his mate.
