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.Jul.18, 03:20 AM
It wasn’t exactly Tala’s usually way to go on camping trips that were planned to be entirely sex, drinking, and whatever other fun adult things were thought up, but when she’d overheard Casa and Mylorah quietly discussing the venture, she’d impulsively invited herself. She’d been a bit… well, not an antisocial prude since getting pregnant, not really, but she’d definitely been ‘getting around’ less since Ryvala had come around. Tala didn’t mind that fact, but, well, maybe she should be spending more time with friends of the kissing variety. Especially since the infamous Hatching.
Someone practically dying in your arms wasn’t something you got over quickly. It had been almost exactly a month and Tala was still rather shaken up about it all. And okay, maybe walking up to Casa and Mylorah and informing them she was joining their camping trip wasn’t the best coping mechanism, but it was better than overthinking all her life choices.
Camping wasn’t too bad a distraction on its own, even without the added bonus of sex and alcohol. Ista was hotter than usual, certainly, but Tala was one of the lucky Southern Continent born kids who had a higher heat tolerance, so the opportunity to sleep outside was a nice change. And even when even Tala did get uncomfortably hot, suffering in the heat out on the beach with lots of alcohol and good company was a lot better than suffering in the heat in the Candidate barracks while contemplating her own mortality.
And now she was sitting on one of her blankets (it may be hot, but it was sandy and Tala figured she and everyone else would appreciate the extra layers on the ground), idly twirling a bottle of wine she’d brought for the occasion around between her feet in front of her and watching the others mill about. An interesting collection of people, to be sure. Goldrider Casa, who seemed to be in charge of this outing, and at least one rider of all other colors (though mostly blues, which, considering the theme of the camping trip, surprised Tala not at all) and a handful of Candidates. Tala could name them, even if she couldn’t say she’d met them all proper. Of the Candidates, she knew the girls best, both having grown up in Katila with her, though a few turns younger. While she was considering the motley crew, one of said Candidate girls, Daelyne, asked for a drink. Tala had learned turns ago to always bring her own drinks, as these things always brought more people than expected and alcohol went fast, but she had no reluctance over sharing what she bought, especially with pretty girls.
“Here,” Tala said, holding out her bottle of wine towards Daelyne, “you can have some of this if you like.” It was nothing special as wine went, not a fancy top-rate Benden, but it didn’t make you cringe when you drank it and it got you just as buzzed as anything else. Quite suitable for this camping trip, Tala rather thought as she held it out enticingly.
Someone practically dying in your arms wasn’t something you got over quickly. It had been almost exactly a month and Tala was still rather shaken up about it all. And okay, maybe walking up to Casa and Mylorah and informing them she was joining their camping trip wasn’t the best coping mechanism, but it was better than overthinking all her life choices.
Camping wasn’t too bad a distraction on its own, even without the added bonus of sex and alcohol. Ista was hotter than usual, certainly, but Tala was one of the lucky Southern Continent born kids who had a higher heat tolerance, so the opportunity to sleep outside was a nice change. And even when even Tala did get uncomfortably hot, suffering in the heat out on the beach with lots of alcohol and good company was a lot better than suffering in the heat in the Candidate barracks while contemplating her own mortality.
And now she was sitting on one of her blankets (it may be hot, but it was sandy and Tala figured she and everyone else would appreciate the extra layers on the ground), idly twirling a bottle of wine she’d brought for the occasion around between her feet in front of her and watching the others mill about. An interesting collection of people, to be sure. Goldrider Casa, who seemed to be in charge of this outing, and at least one rider of all other colors (though mostly blues, which, considering the theme of the camping trip, surprised Tala not at all) and a handful of Candidates. Tala could name them, even if she couldn’t say she’d met them all proper. Of the Candidates, she knew the girls best, both having grown up in Katila with her, though a few turns younger. While she was considering the motley crew, one of said Candidate girls, Daelyne, asked for a drink. Tala had learned turns ago to always bring her own drinks, as these things always brought more people than expected and alcohol went fast, but she had no reluctance over sharing what she bought, especially with pretty girls.
“Here,” Tala said, holding out her bottle of wine towards Daelyne, “you can have some of this if you like.” It was nothing special as wine went, not a fancy top-rate Benden, but it didn’t make you cringe when you drank it and it got you just as buzzed as anything else. Quite suitable for this camping trip, Tala rather thought as she held it out enticingly.
