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!
05.Mar.12, 04:49 PM
When he'd gotten up that morning, Farlint had been looking forward to another day of routine. Hooray. Three turns in Katila had made him a creature with habits, he supposed. Not the least of these habits was how his first step every morning was to open a window, letting in the warm sunlight and cool breezes. It was action, to get his blood flowing. Fresh air, to get his body moving. It was on his way to grab something for his morning meal that he had run into I'shan. There were few things Farlint enjoyed more than sex, but one of them was riding a dragon. Before his friend had even gotten the full request out, Far had agreed to helping him. With whatever. Because he liked Ilveriath, and he liked flying. Win/Win!
He'd darted back to the barracks at top I-look-casual-what-are-you-saying-excited-you-idiot speed. His ponytail had been quickly turned into a braid, he'd put on a looser shirt and the pants he'd been wearing had been swapped for an older pair. He'd met I'shan and Ilveriath at the appointed place and greeted the dragon with his usual exuberance. (They was his bros. No doubt!) That was when it clicked that this was bath time.
The air was cool and he could feel it to his bones, especially after the ache of Between. It felt good, though, and he leaned over Ilveriath's side as far as he dared, watching the ground below as the dragon soared. His hands trembled against Ilveriath's neck, and he didn't bother to stop it. They always shook when he was flying. Fear? Excitement? Rapture? Far didn't know, and he wasn't sure that he could explain why it happened even if he did know the emotion that caused it. I'shan patted Far on the arm, and the younger man nodded acknowledgment of the yelled words.
As they landed, Far started to tumble out of the straps with practiced ease, gripping I'shan's hand and giving it a squeeze. It was a nice gesture, and Far appreciated it.
"Never a problem! You know I'm always looking for excuses to skip off." he gave his friend a wink. "Though how are we supposed to corral your boy, huh? Looks to me like he can outfly, outrun and outswim us!" Not that he minded. Bath time meant play time, and lazy time. And Far liked play and lazy times.
He'd darted back to the barracks at top I-look-casual-what-are-you-saying-excited-you-idiot speed. His ponytail had been quickly turned into a braid, he'd put on a looser shirt and the pants he'd been wearing had been swapped for an older pair. He'd met I'shan and Ilveriath at the appointed place and greeted the dragon with his usual exuberance. (They was his bros. No doubt!) That was when it clicked that this was bath time.
The air was cool and he could feel it to his bones, especially after the ache of Between. It felt good, though, and he leaned over Ilveriath's side as far as he dared, watching the ground below as the dragon soared. His hands trembled against Ilveriath's neck, and he didn't bother to stop it. They always shook when he was flying. Fear? Excitement? Rapture? Far didn't know, and he wasn't sure that he could explain why it happened even if he did know the emotion that caused it. I'shan patted Far on the arm, and the younger man nodded acknowledgment of the yelled words.
As they landed, Far started to tumble out of the straps with practiced ease, gripping I'shan's hand and giving it a squeeze. It was a nice gesture, and Far appreciated it.
"Never a problem! You know I'm always looking for excuses to skip off." he gave his friend a wink. "Though how are we supposed to corral your boy, huh? Looks to me like he can outfly, outrun and outswim us!" Not that he minded. Bath time meant play time, and lazy time. And Far liked play and lazy times.
