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!
31.Jan.16, 09:27 PM
R’nya smiled slightly as Rhaedalyn set about making herself comfortable, enjoying the innocence of her actions no less than the view her shifting afforded him of her body. It took no small effort to train his attention away from the way her limbs were moving or her chest lifting with each breath, to instead pay attention to the words pouring from her lips. Thankfully, R’nya found Rhaedalyn’s stories to be rather engrossing, and he was quickly as caught up in her tale telling antics.
The ending of the story was met with a little ‘hmm’ and a thoughtful look, before R’nya’s attention was thoroughly redirected when Rhaedalyn curled up against his side, her head at home on his shoulder. The bronzerider shifted slightly to wrap his arm around her gently, fingers tracing against her hip affectionately as he gave a soft laugh; “My mind will not be in ‘official stuff’ for days, love.”
Unfortunately, R’nya was, and still remained, a rather serious type and as much as he loved the idea of spending the day tucked away in Rhaedalyn’s weyr with the lovely lady, he couldn’t bring himself to be comfortable with such. “I hate to leave, but I really should.” Though he made no move to extract himself either from the bed or from Rhaedalyn’s company, and instead pressed a kiss to her temple. “The Searchriders will have to be put to work, and Faranth help us all if they decide a Flight is a good reason to slack off for the day!” That was the last thing he needed! Green and blueriders were notorious for getting out of work any way they could, and R’nya was loath to let them even think for a moment that a Flight was a good reason to stay cooped up in bed!
“Will you take charge of the Candidates, or do you have someone you can put in charge of them?” Usually such would fall to the Headwoman, but R’nya was alarmingly out of touch with what steps Rhaedalyn had taken to make the Weyr her own. Something he’d talk to her about at a later date, as it wasn’t terribly important at that moment. He also wanted to speak with her about the bringing in of ex-riders. That was going to be oodles of fun, but they both needed the help with their new roles; R’nya just hoped the men and women being collected were capable of being of assistance.
The ending of the story was met with a little ‘hmm’ and a thoughtful look, before R’nya’s attention was thoroughly redirected when Rhaedalyn curled up against his side, her head at home on his shoulder. The bronzerider shifted slightly to wrap his arm around her gently, fingers tracing against her hip affectionately as he gave a soft laugh; “My mind will not be in ‘official stuff’ for days, love.”
Unfortunately, R’nya was, and still remained, a rather serious type and as much as he loved the idea of spending the day tucked away in Rhaedalyn’s weyr with the lovely lady, he couldn’t bring himself to be comfortable with such. “I hate to leave, but I really should.” Though he made no move to extract himself either from the bed or from Rhaedalyn’s company, and instead pressed a kiss to her temple. “The Searchriders will have to be put to work, and Faranth help us all if they decide a Flight is a good reason to slack off for the day!” That was the last thing he needed! Green and blueriders were notorious for getting out of work any way they could, and R’nya was loath to let them even think for a moment that a Flight was a good reason to stay cooped up in bed!
“Will you take charge of the Candidates, or do you have someone you can put in charge of them?” Usually such would fall to the Headwoman, but R’nya was alarmingly out of touch with what steps Rhaedalyn had taken to make the Weyr her own. Something he’d talk to her about at a later date, as it wasn’t terribly important at that moment. He also wanted to speak with her about the bringing in of ex-riders. That was going to be oodles of fun, but they both needed the help with their new roles; R’nya just hoped the men and women being collected were capable of being of assistance.
