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!
16.Sep.13, 01:47 AM
R'nya's smile faltered just barely at Rhaedalyn's stuttering as the girl tried to answer, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. The bronzerider blinked twice as Rhaedalyn's head vanished below the edge of the bed, the man leaning over carefully to peer down at her. Seeing Rhaedalyn curled up so pathetically and clearly upset, R'nya pulled back and sat up slowly. Pale eyes scanned the room thoughtfully, and he sighed softly. The flight participants had made a mess of the girl's room; things skewed and off kilter, a couple of things knocked over, and clothing rather alarmingly flung around. R'nya grimaced; that was clearly his rather enthusiastic fault.
Idly listening to Rheadalyn mumble something under her breath, R'nya slid off the opposite side of the bed and stood up quietly, rolling his shoulders and snorting softly in amusement as a handful of muscles put up a particularly vocal cry at being disturbed. R'nya rocked from heels to toes as he quietly sought out his pants without moving too much. Once they were spotted, the bronzerider strode over to them quietly and picked them up (he'd managed to flick them so they were by the end of the bed at least) and the bronzerider slipped into them. At least he hadn't broken the ties, which was nice. That was usually the first piece of clothing to come out of a flight in more than one piece.
R'nya made his way around the end of the bed to Rhaedalyn's side, and then paused, watching in quiet amusement as the girl peeked back over, talking to him but not seeming to catch on for a moment that he had moved. "I know that, dear." R'nya spoke gently, stepping around the bed and dropping to his knees beside the girl. He smiled lightly at her expression, and gently pulled the sheet from the bed. "Here," one hand extending to Rhaedalyn, R'nya helped the girl to her feet, not letting her natural modesty deter him, and carefully wrapped the sheet around her shoulders.
When she was suitibly wrapped, R'nya brushed some of her hair off her face, a lopsided and slightly sad smile claiming his lips. "It probably was not what you have been imagining," flights never were, but R'nya had been around his girls (and before Katila, the girls of his weyr) enough to know that many of them had rather... interesting... ideas of what would occur in flights, or in life, and there were many mentions of love and being swept off their feet and all kinds of mushy things that simply didn't fit into a dragonriders way of life, let alone a maiden flight. "I hope it was not too terrible, though." It was supposed to be a gentle tease, but the bronzerider's eyerbows knit in concern nonetheless.
Idly listening to Rheadalyn mumble something under her breath, R'nya slid off the opposite side of the bed and stood up quietly, rolling his shoulders and snorting softly in amusement as a handful of muscles put up a particularly vocal cry at being disturbed. R'nya rocked from heels to toes as he quietly sought out his pants without moving too much. Once they were spotted, the bronzerider strode over to them quietly and picked them up (he'd managed to flick them so they were by the end of the bed at least) and the bronzerider slipped into them. At least he hadn't broken the ties, which was nice. That was usually the first piece of clothing to come out of a flight in more than one piece.
R'nya made his way around the end of the bed to Rhaedalyn's side, and then paused, watching in quiet amusement as the girl peeked back over, talking to him but not seeming to catch on for a moment that he had moved. "I know that, dear." R'nya spoke gently, stepping around the bed and dropping to his knees beside the girl. He smiled lightly at her expression, and gently pulled the sheet from the bed. "Here," one hand extending to Rhaedalyn, R'nya helped the girl to her feet, not letting her natural modesty deter him, and carefully wrapped the sheet around her shoulders.
When she was suitibly wrapped, R'nya brushed some of her hair off her face, a lopsided and slightly sad smile claiming his lips. "It probably was not what you have been imagining," flights never were, but R'nya had been around his girls (and before Katila, the girls of his weyr) enough to know that many of them had rather... interesting... ideas of what would occur in flights, or in life, and there were many mentions of love and being swept off their feet and all kinds of mushy things that simply didn't fit into a dragonriders way of life, let alone a maiden flight. "I hope it was not too terrible, though." It was supposed to be a gentle tease, but the bronzerider's eyerbows knit in concern nonetheless.
