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!
06.Jun.18, 04:18 AM
T'ryn startled awake when someone shook his shoulder. Blue eyes popped open, instantly alert from the unusual wake up call. At least he wasn't the type to wake up swining. He heard tales from some friends who had a father, sibling, or lover who did that and they sported the black eye or scratch mark before learning to either jump back or simple call them from across the room. He wasn't sure who he thought would wake him like that but Mulrissa wasn't anywhere near the top of his list.
He stared at her in obvious confusion before reality started crashing back down around him and eyes widened with realisation as he sat up. There had been a Flight and Syrendryth had obviously won. Why did that large lump of bronze enter? He had said before that he wasn't ready for Flights. That was how he had ended up in Benden Weyr, chatting with Casa and deciding he really liked her. Wait, Casa. Syrendryth said he was ready now before he took off to chase. Clearly his sexual frustrations from Casa's teasing over the last few weeks was good enough for a dragon.
He recalled N'mor hadn't chased. T'ryn had glanced around for Rhezalth, secretly hoping that if they both lost they could lose together and it would all just be shrugged off as part of a Flight. But nope; both bronze beasts had betrayed him and left him in bed with an older woman. It wasn't even that she was older or woman, it was more that she wasn't Casa and this had been not only a first Flight and win but his first time having sex.
And he barely remembered any of it.
T'ryn felt his cheeks warming and glanced down to his lap where he saw that he didn't even have a sheet covering him; though the desire to pull up the non-existent sheet until he could hide under it probably wasn't the most mature thing to do anyway. He should say something to Mulrissa but he didn't know what to say. It wasn't like they taught post-Flight etiquette in Candidate or Weyrling classes. Congratulating her wasn't right, unless he wanted to say it was for having her Maiden Flight, which still didn't seem appropriate. Thanking her seemed awkward and what would it be for? Winning? A good time he didn't remember? Making his life more complicated than it was already becoming? A simple greeting to acknowledge her presence even though he had gawked at her and turned away blushing? Maybe just asked to be excused? Ugh, no, he wasn't in class with a stomache ache.
So he sat there, confused with his emotions that wanted him to flee and the ones coming from Syrendryth that wanted him to stay and cuddle up with Mulrissa like he did with Bedith. One emotion both sides agreed on was the relief that the Flight hadn't happened during the family gathering that had N'mor and T'ryn there in the first place as thei visited their dads. He'd never live that down if he had to stumble his way from the table to go chase a goldrider.
He stared at her in obvious confusion before reality started crashing back down around him and eyes widened with realisation as he sat up. There had been a Flight and Syrendryth had obviously won. Why did that large lump of bronze enter? He had said before that he wasn't ready for Flights. That was how he had ended up in Benden Weyr, chatting with Casa and deciding he really liked her. Wait, Casa. Syrendryth said he was ready now before he took off to chase. Clearly his sexual frustrations from Casa's teasing over the last few weeks was good enough for a dragon.
He recalled N'mor hadn't chased. T'ryn had glanced around for Rhezalth, secretly hoping that if they both lost they could lose together and it would all just be shrugged off as part of a Flight. But nope; both bronze beasts had betrayed him and left him in bed with an older woman. It wasn't even that she was older or woman, it was more that she wasn't Casa and this had been not only a first Flight and win but his first time having sex.
And he barely remembered any of it.
T'ryn felt his cheeks warming and glanced down to his lap where he saw that he didn't even have a sheet covering him; though the desire to pull up the non-existent sheet until he could hide under it probably wasn't the most mature thing to do anyway. He should say something to Mulrissa but he didn't know what to say. It wasn't like they taught post-Flight etiquette in Candidate or Weyrling classes. Congratulating her wasn't right, unless he wanted to say it was for having her Maiden Flight, which still didn't seem appropriate. Thanking her seemed awkward and what would it be for? Winning? A good time he didn't remember? Making his life more complicated than it was already becoming? A simple greeting to acknowledge her presence even though he had gawked at her and turned away blushing? Maybe just asked to be excused? Ugh, no, he wasn't in class with a stomache ache.
So he sat there, confused with his emotions that wanted him to flee and the ones coming from Syrendryth that wanted him to stay and cuddle up with Mulrissa like he did with Bedith. One emotion both sides agreed on was the relief that the Flight hadn't happened during the family gathering that had N'mor and T'ryn there in the first place as thei visited their dads. He'd never live that down if he had to stumble his way from the table to go chase a goldrider.
