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!
22.Oct.17, 10:09 AM
Z'rin froze in the action of drying his hair as he heard N'mor's word that cued him in to be ready to catch something else. Instead he found N'mor staring at him, his gaze slowly going over his body and paranoia set in. It didn't matter his age; N'mor was still a bronzerider and his superior. Z'rin worried about how he was being viewed, knowing he had been sampling a bit too much in the kitchens lately as the ladies made delicious treats. Maybe it was noticeable and N'mor was disgusted by it? He sucked in his gut to try and hide any pudginess and murmured a word of thanks when the clothes were suddenly thrust out at him.
What was he supposed to do now? He was still half dressed in wet clothes and had now been given clean dry clothes but he felt a bit awkward changing under N'mor's intense gaze. Maybe he should move to another room or simply ask where he should change and show he was polite and respectful? Suddenly completely unsure of what to do in this situation, Z'rin focused on the boots he was still wearing. Juggling the clothes in one hand and adjusting the towel still draped over his head, he bent down to loosen the ties on each boot, perhaps taking a bit longer than was necessary to help buy time in deciding what he should do.
Standing, the boots were toed off and even though he had already clearly left a trail of wet boot prints, Z'rin tossed them off to where his shirt was. He was trying to be neat and keep track of his belongings. Now, however, he was out of time. Oh for the love of... just change. He invited you there to do just that. Stop acting like a virgin on her wedding night and strip. No need to further waste the nice bronzerider's time. Unless you want to, I suppose. Varralath gave the mental equivalent of a shrug, deciding he didn't care what his rider did; Z'rin had a knack for ending up in weird situations but he was good at getting out of them as well if he wanted to. Sometimes, the blue dragon was convinced the man liked where he ended up. At least it was entertaining for one of them.
Z'rin bit his lower lip, doing his best not to react to his bossy dragon. He did have a point though and, if nothing else, he was still a bit chilled. N'mor's weyr was warm but wet clothes and coming in from a ride left him with a chill that was sinking into his bones. Not wanting to overstep and presume too much on the kindness, Z'rin set the clothes down at his feet, ignoring any and all furniture in the area. Besides, he'd hate to accidentally try on one of Amorandii's dresses scattered about if he wasn't paying attention.
If N'mor wanted to judge him, faults and all, Z'rin figured it was right to since he opened his home up. Pants were quickly unlaced and shucked though his boxers were left on as he poked at them, deciding they were still dry enough to make the trip home on his body. "I really appreciate this, N'mor... sir? Uh... hm," Z'rin realized he still didn't know how to address the young bronzerider and he laughed nervously before suddenly taking great interest in his socks. Z'rin wiggled his toes and figured they could stay on as well.
What was he supposed to do now? He was still half dressed in wet clothes and had now been given clean dry clothes but he felt a bit awkward changing under N'mor's intense gaze. Maybe he should move to another room or simply ask where he should change and show he was polite and respectful? Suddenly completely unsure of what to do in this situation, Z'rin focused on the boots he was still wearing. Juggling the clothes in one hand and adjusting the towel still draped over his head, he bent down to loosen the ties on each boot, perhaps taking a bit longer than was necessary to help buy time in deciding what he should do.
Standing, the boots were toed off and even though he had already clearly left a trail of wet boot prints, Z'rin tossed them off to where his shirt was. He was trying to be neat and keep track of his belongings. Now, however, he was out of time. Oh for the love of... just change. He invited you there to do just that. Stop acting like a virgin on her wedding night and strip. No need to further waste the nice bronzerider's time. Unless you want to, I suppose. Varralath gave the mental equivalent of a shrug, deciding he didn't care what his rider did; Z'rin had a knack for ending up in weird situations but he was good at getting out of them as well if he wanted to. Sometimes, the blue dragon was convinced the man liked where he ended up. At least it was entertaining for one of them.
Z'rin bit his lower lip, doing his best not to react to his bossy dragon. He did have a point though and, if nothing else, he was still a bit chilled. N'mor's weyr was warm but wet clothes and coming in from a ride left him with a chill that was sinking into his bones. Not wanting to overstep and presume too much on the kindness, Z'rin set the clothes down at his feet, ignoring any and all furniture in the area. Besides, he'd hate to accidentally try on one of Amorandii's dresses scattered about if he wasn't paying attention.
If N'mor wanted to judge him, faults and all, Z'rin figured it was right to since he opened his home up. Pants were quickly unlaced and shucked though his boxers were left on as he poked at them, deciding they were still dry enough to make the trip home on his body. "I really appreciate this, N'mor... sir? Uh... hm," Z'rin realized he still didn't know how to address the young bronzerider and he laughed nervously before suddenly taking great interest in his socks. Z'rin wiggled his toes and figured they could stay on as well.
