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!
21.Sep.13, 09:28 PM
Z'jan smiled, raising an eyebrow at the girl. "You know, I'm not sure if anyone's called me interesting before. Crazy, sure. But interesting?"
He shrugged, laying backwards on the sand next to her. The water from their swim was just beginning to dry. Most of the bruises from Ghalath's flight had faded, but he still worried that perhaps she would notice and start asking questions. Z'jan wasn't sure he could handle a 'where babies come from' conversation. And a little part of him was even wondering if he was being indecent: shirtless, in wet undershorts, sprawled next to a girl hardly old enough to stand at a hatching. He probably was. of course, he wasn't trying to be. But the idea of getting up and putting on his clothes merely for modesty's sake seemed annoyingly unnecessary.
Besides, if this girl really was set on riding a dragon some day, whatever the color, she was likely to see a lot more 'immodesty' than a single shirtless dragonrider with a few fading bruises.
Z'jan felt himself getting sleepy. The sun, the sand... talking. The lap of the lake water from the ripples Ghalath was created out in the middle. It was like a siren's lullaby, tempting him to sleep. He blinked frantically, forcing his eyes to focus. How would the poor girl feel if he fell asleep on her? Well, not on her... but...
He needed to move. He wasn't practiced in self reflection; in fact, he found it more tiring than any physical activity. "Say!" he said, throwing her a mischevious grin, "what say we--"
Z'jan paused.
Hm.
He wasn't sure how to end that sentence. Hadn't exactly thought it through. Blundering, he looked over at the splashing firelizards for help. But they ignored him, clearly enjoying their own game. A game.
"Why don't we play a game?"
[ghalath] what game is that, hm?[/ghalath]
I'll wing it.
He shrugged, laying backwards on the sand next to her. The water from their swim was just beginning to dry. Most of the bruises from Ghalath's flight had faded, but he still worried that perhaps she would notice and start asking questions. Z'jan wasn't sure he could handle a 'where babies come from' conversation. And a little part of him was even wondering if he was being indecent: shirtless, in wet undershorts, sprawled next to a girl hardly old enough to stand at a hatching. He probably was. of course, he wasn't trying to be. But the idea of getting up and putting on his clothes merely for modesty's sake seemed annoyingly unnecessary.
Besides, if this girl really was set on riding a dragon some day, whatever the color, she was likely to see a lot more 'immodesty' than a single shirtless dragonrider with a few fading bruises.
Z'jan felt himself getting sleepy. The sun, the sand... talking. The lap of the lake water from the ripples Ghalath was created out in the middle. It was like a siren's lullaby, tempting him to sleep. He blinked frantically, forcing his eyes to focus. How would the poor girl feel if he fell asleep on her? Well, not on her... but...
He needed to move. He wasn't practiced in self reflection; in fact, he found it more tiring than any physical activity. "Say!" he said, throwing her a mischevious grin, "what say we--"
Z'jan paused.
Hm.
He wasn't sure how to end that sentence. Hadn't exactly thought it through. Blundering, he looked over at the splashing firelizards for help. But they ignored him, clearly enjoying their own game. A game.
"Why don't we play a game?"
[ghalath] what game is that, hm?[/ghalath]
I'll wing it.
