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!
23.Feb.18, 12:24 PM
It was nice having a day off.
Not that he really did a lot on his busy days. He wasn’t really as ambitious as his bronzeriding twin that was sure to lead a Weyr to greatness or even Indivara where she was training to become a Weyrlingmaster. Nope; he helped with various chores, made sure Candidates were comfortable and felt like they belonged at the Weyr, and otherwise, just socialized. But even he needed his down time from all of that and usually spent it at the beach down a ways from the more popular stretch of sand that everyone seemed to frequent.
He was just coming back from a few hours of tanning and swimming when he shivered with the ripple of lust that went through him. “What was that, Vy?”
Halomirth has taken to the sky. You didn’t hear her call?
R’vi shook his head, though he had still been somewhat daydreaming as they took the long way back instead of the quick trip between. Sometimes they both just liked the freedom of flying and the peace that came with leisurely gliding. He focused now, however, as he thought on Halomirth. He knew F’drel a bit, remembering the younger man from his Candidate days and recalled he had graduated not too long ago. He was a good looking man and R’vi was of the opinion that every green deserved a proper trail of followers, especially on her maiden flight.
“Drop me off near their weyr and go have fun, if you’d like. You deserve a good chase,” not that his dragon needed the encouragement. R’vi was starting to struggle to keep his mind his own, at least until they landed. He hated when he was on Vydoriath’s back when the lust took over. It was a really strange experience that gave him a headache with their flickering viewpoints being so close to each other. It was like he couldn’t focus in on anything. Odd as it was, he liked when they were seeing different things entirely when they shared their vision like that.
A few minutes later had R’vi on the ground outside of F’drel’s weyr, a hand on the wall to steady himself as he braced for the wave of flight lust to rush over him when Vydoriath took off again. This, he supposed, was one of the rare times where he was ambitious. He enjoyed flights, win or lose, but he always wanted to win for his dragon’s sake and R’vi cheered the blue on as he let go and joined in on the chase, instincts leading him to the greenrider.
Not that he really did a lot on his busy days. He wasn’t really as ambitious as his bronzeriding twin that was sure to lead a Weyr to greatness or even Indivara where she was training to become a Weyrlingmaster. Nope; he helped with various chores, made sure Candidates were comfortable and felt like they belonged at the Weyr, and otherwise, just socialized. But even he needed his down time from all of that and usually spent it at the beach down a ways from the more popular stretch of sand that everyone seemed to frequent.
He was just coming back from a few hours of tanning and swimming when he shivered with the ripple of lust that went through him. “What was that, Vy?”
R’vi shook his head, though he had still been somewhat daydreaming as they took the long way back instead of the quick trip between. Sometimes they both just liked the freedom of flying and the peace that came with leisurely gliding. He focused now, however, as he thought on Halomirth. He knew F’drel a bit, remembering the younger man from his Candidate days and recalled he had graduated not too long ago. He was a good looking man and R’vi was of the opinion that every green deserved a proper trail of followers, especially on her maiden flight.
“Drop me off near their weyr and go have fun, if you’d like. You deserve a good chase,” not that his dragon needed the encouragement. R’vi was starting to struggle to keep his mind his own, at least until they landed. He hated when he was on Vydoriath’s back when the lust took over. It was a really strange experience that gave him a headache with their flickering viewpoints being so close to each other. It was like he couldn’t focus in on anything. Odd as it was, he liked when they were seeing different things entirely when they shared their vision like that.
A few minutes later had R’vi on the ground outside of F’drel’s weyr, a hand on the wall to steady himself as he braced for the wave of flight lust to rush over him when Vydoriath took off again. This, he supposed, was one of the rare times where he was ambitious. He enjoyed flights, win or lose, but he always wanted to win for his dragon’s sake and R’vi cheered the blue on as he let go and joined in on the chase, instincts leading him to the greenrider.
