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!
01.Jan.14, 08:15 AM
While Ameris' lack of response to the gentle affection of a hug was not lost on R'nya, and while it upset him, (for how could anyone not enjoy the gentle warmth of being embraced?) the bronzerider made no comment on it, nor did he do anything to draw attention to the way in which she responded. Time, perhaps, would teach her that not every action was worth flinching in response to, and that hugs were rarely given in order to obtain something else in response. Perhaps, someday. Perhaps not, at the very least, however, the young woman had her dragon. A dragon's unquestioning love and loyalty could go a long way, even if another human could never get through the defensive walls.
"Ameris," R'nya spoke gently, pausing their walk to turn the girl to face him. He had mulled silently over her words for several paces before drawing her to a halt. "No, he would not." The words were softly spoken, gentle but firm, and R'nya studied the young goldrider's face carefully. How to explain his thought process to the poor girl, without seeming to write off her distress? "The moment we step onto the sands as children, we forfeit our lives, in order to protect the lives of others. In exchange, we are given a dragon, to make those battles easier to fight, and the burden easier to bear. B'ker was doing as any dragonrider worth his hide was doing that day - helping others. Just as you were, my dear." He paused, and offered Ameris' a gentle smile, though the expression was far more in his eyes than upon his lips.
"A true dragonrider puts the life of all others above his own, which is what B'ker did as he attempted to come and save you; just as you were doing, when you wound up needing his help. Do not regret the events of that day, Ameris." He paused again, still studying her face, before quietly shaking his head. "You are whole of body, my dear, and your dragon is whole. No matter how fractured your mind might become," he brushed stray strands of hair back from Ameris' face, "nor how many pieces you feel your heart might have broken into," two light fingers touched gently on Ameris' collarbone, below the base of her neck. Well above where R'nya knew the heart to be located, but far too much a gentleman to go poking her (or anyone!) there. "All the while you have Mizeath, you will always find a way to be one again."
Xyreith snorted softly as he walked past the pair of them, a low rumble rolling up from his belly as he agreed mildly with R'nya; their own bond had been all that pulled them through many years, particularly those that had followed the Plauge. A dragon's short memory, and their undying love for their human, made it easier for them to move on, but it also allowed for them to draw their human along with them. Or so Xyreith had found it so, in those dark days.
The large dragon stopped by Mizeath, and settled himself down comfortably beside her with a reassuring snort. He rarely spoke to anyone but R'nya, as he so rarely felt that words were necessary to relay the things that needed to be relayed. Why waste time on words, when one could simply gesture? When he was comfortably situated, Xyreith extended his nose to nudge at Mizeath, a gentle touch designed to be reassuring. Humans were ridiculous, and enjoyed torturing themselves by refusing to forget, or forgive, or move on, but they would never do anything to jeprodise their lifemate; Ameris would calm down, and her thoughts would settle... eventually.
"Ameris," R'nya spoke gently, pausing their walk to turn the girl to face him. He had mulled silently over her words for several paces before drawing her to a halt. "No, he would not." The words were softly spoken, gentle but firm, and R'nya studied the young goldrider's face carefully. How to explain his thought process to the poor girl, without seeming to write off her distress? "The moment we step onto the sands as children, we forfeit our lives, in order to protect the lives of others. In exchange, we are given a dragon, to make those battles easier to fight, and the burden easier to bear. B'ker was doing as any dragonrider worth his hide was doing that day - helping others. Just as you were, my dear." He paused, and offered Ameris' a gentle smile, though the expression was far more in his eyes than upon his lips.
"A true dragonrider puts the life of all others above his own, which is what B'ker did as he attempted to come and save you; just as you were doing, when you wound up needing his help. Do not regret the events of that day, Ameris." He paused again, still studying her face, before quietly shaking his head. "You are whole of body, my dear, and your dragon is whole. No matter how fractured your mind might become," he brushed stray strands of hair back from Ameris' face, "nor how many pieces you feel your heart might have broken into," two light fingers touched gently on Ameris' collarbone, below the base of her neck. Well above where R'nya knew the heart to be located, but far too much a gentleman to go poking her (or anyone!) there. "All the while you have Mizeath, you will always find a way to be one again."
Xyreith snorted softly as he walked past the pair of them, a low rumble rolling up from his belly as he agreed mildly with R'nya; their own bond had been all that pulled them through many years, particularly those that had followed the Plauge. A dragon's short memory, and their undying love for their human, made it easier for them to move on, but it also allowed for them to draw their human along with them. Or so Xyreith had found it so, in those dark days.
The large dragon stopped by Mizeath, and settled himself down comfortably beside her with a reassuring snort. He rarely spoke to anyone but R'nya, as he so rarely felt that words were necessary to relay the things that needed to be relayed. Why waste time on words, when one could simply gesture? When he was comfortably situated, Xyreith extended his nose to nudge at Mizeath, a gentle touch designed to be reassuring. Humans were ridiculous, and enjoyed torturing themselves by refusing to forget, or forgive, or move on, but they would never do anything to jeprodise their lifemate; Ameris would calm down, and her thoughts would settle... eventually.
