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.Aug.18, 11:56 AM
Z’ia sighed softly, enjoying the rolling and gentle emotions of quiet pleasure and satisfaction that indicated his sweet dragon had won a flight. He was slightly surprised, really; Aveleth simply didn’t give chase – though they won Rilaleeyth’s flights almost exclusively since the return North, his dragon usually didn’t bother to chase other greens, primarily because he felt so crushed when someone else swooped in and claimed her before she could choose to be with him. Aveleth never snatched a green, not like some blues and browns. He wanted – needed – her to want him.
He was also known to simply drop out of flights if some dragons – such as Zeianth – took part. The sweet dragon couldn’t bring himself to compete against his friends, and usually felt even more insignificant and unworthy when they won. The last time he’d entered a flight – some green’s maiden – he’d been pushed aside by Zeianth and Z’ia had spent weeks getting his dragon out of that slump. Far better to simply avoid any and all flights, especially if D’hys and his blue were involved.
Z’ia’s nose scrunched up at the thought of his friend. They’d been a rather inseparable duo in Katila, but he’d found he didn’t agree with a lot of things D’hys said or did, and not because of moral reasoning, but because he tended to feel that the other bluerider looked down on him. Aveleth had tried to tell him it was all in his head, of course, but Z’ia wasn’t so sure. D’hys was an arrogant, demanding prick and Z’ia would just as happily stab him in the back, as he would defend him. Probably more happily, considering the emotional disaster the bastard’s dragon had created when he snatched that young green from Aveleth!
I won this time, Aveleth said, voice barely a whisper, and tinged with joy. Z’ia smiled gently, and opened his eyes to peer up at the ceiling. Well, they were inside, wherever that happened to be. Who? Z’ia asked gently, not bothering to actually turn his head an find out for himself. He could feel the other man lying beside him, his own arm across a warm, flat stomach. Not many dragonriders were pudgy, but Z’ia could certainly appreciate a nice flat stomach. He stroked his fingers gently, feeling the subtle dip of muscles and the way the other man responded to his active touching.
Halomirth, Aveleth said quietly, followed by, of F’drel. Z’ia’s eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise. That was the pretty maiden pair Aveleth had wanted, and he recognised the dragon’s name as someone Aveleth spent time with, when he had the courage to actively seek someone else out. HE didn’t do that very often, but Z’ia also recalled that the green would actively seek out his dragon when she got the chance. He was glad they’d tangled; Aveleth needed the affection, and he could tell by the blue dragon’s warmth and joy that Halomirth wasn’t a love ‘em and leave ‘em green. Good.
“You greenriders pick the strangest locations,” Z’ia said mildly, when he felt F’drel stir in a way that indicated the man was conscious. His voice was husky, but he didn’t bother to try and clear his throat; it’d fix itself as the dragonlust and events of the morning faded. “Honestly,” he said, amusement lingering on his tone. “A storage room?” At least they’d ended up in a good one; with how hot Ista had been of late, most of the community rooms had stored their heavier bedding away, and apparently, they’d found a good chunk of it, and made a mess of a nest in the middle of the room. Z’ia grinned.
“I feel sorry for whomever is on laundry duty.” He teased, lifting an eyebrow playfully as he eyed F’drel out of the corner of his eye.
He was also known to simply drop out of flights if some dragons – such as Zeianth – took part. The sweet dragon couldn’t bring himself to compete against his friends, and usually felt even more insignificant and unworthy when they won. The last time he’d entered a flight – some green’s maiden – he’d been pushed aside by Zeianth and Z’ia had spent weeks getting his dragon out of that slump. Far better to simply avoid any and all flights, especially if D’hys and his blue were involved.
Z’ia’s nose scrunched up at the thought of his friend. They’d been a rather inseparable duo in Katila, but he’d found he didn’t agree with a lot of things D’hys said or did, and not because of moral reasoning, but because he tended to feel that the other bluerider looked down on him. Aveleth had tried to tell him it was all in his head, of course, but Z’ia wasn’t so sure. D’hys was an arrogant, demanding prick and Z’ia would just as happily stab him in the back, as he would defend him. Probably more happily, considering the emotional disaster the bastard’s dragon had created when he snatched that young green from Aveleth!
“You greenriders pick the strangest locations,” Z’ia said mildly, when he felt F’drel stir in a way that indicated the man was conscious. His voice was husky, but he didn’t bother to try and clear his throat; it’d fix itself as the dragonlust and events of the morning faded. “Honestly,” he said, amusement lingering on his tone. “A storage room?” At least they’d ended up in a good one; with how hot Ista had been of late, most of the community rooms had stored their heavier bedding away, and apparently, they’d found a good chunk of it, and made a mess of a nest in the middle of the room. Z’ia grinned.
“I feel sorry for whomever is on laundry duty.” He teased, lifting an eyebrow playfully as he eyed F’drel out of the corner of his eye.
