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.Mar.19, 04:36 AM
It was a long few moments of staring before Z’rin seemed to notice F’drel was waiting for him to do… something. Anything. By some luck the bluerider decided rambling was his current course of action. F’drel could deal with rambling. Got in a lot of practice from spending time with R’dal. He shook his head at Z’rin’s apology. Three Flights, three different winners could hardly be considered having someone who ‘normally’ won. And considering his only real preference was having a ‘winner’ — F’drel fucking hated that term, wanted to bite his tongue until it bled every time he had to use it — who didn’t actively try to hurt him, Z’rin could possibly be considered a preferred winner. Though that remained to be seen. There was plenty of time for Z’rin to turn nasty.
He wasn’t really sure if it was good or not that Z’rin had little practice winning Flights. It’s not like F’drel had much practice either; Miri was still young, and three Flights couldn’t easily be considered a lot of experience. Maybe he wouldn’t feel as much entitlement as some of the older blueriders? F’drel could only hope.
The rambling trailed off, as Z’rin seemed to be trying to remember something. F’drel eyed the bluerider’s frown, hopefully just due to having trouble finding whatever memory he was looking for, and not him being upset about anything. He was so tense waiting, holding his breath unintentionally, that F’drel jumped a tiny bit when Z’rin started laughing, fear spiking at the sudden action. Once it was clear what the laughter was about, F’drel could breath again, sinking slightly into the mattress as the adrenaline left him. Well, he’d certainly had absolutely nothing to do with the timing of Halomirth’s Flight or Varralath’s decision to chase her — he could feel the bubble of happiness from Halomirth at the blue’s name, and it was very hard not to sigh in exasperation at his easily smitten dragon — but as long as the thanks stayed strictly platonic, F’drel had no problem with Z’rin feeling thankful towards him.
His relief was strong enough and Halomirth’s influence on him not worn off enough that F’drel didn’t think his next words though before he said them. “Don’t tell Mylorah that, it’ll make her think she can draw me into her matchmaking schemes,” F’drel sighed, remembering some of Mylorah’s stories of her attempts to get people together, and very much not wanting to have anything more to do with them than listening to her tell him the outcome. And then F’drel realized he’d given information about himself that wasn’t necessary for him to give — he could have just said ‘thanks’ or something equally boring — and started mentally berating himself about needing to get with it faster after a Flight.
He wasn’t really sure if it was good or not that Z’rin had little practice winning Flights. It’s not like F’drel had much practice either; Miri was still young, and three Flights couldn’t easily be considered a lot of experience. Maybe he wouldn’t feel as much entitlement as some of the older blueriders? F’drel could only hope.
The rambling trailed off, as Z’rin seemed to be trying to remember something. F’drel eyed the bluerider’s frown, hopefully just due to having trouble finding whatever memory he was looking for, and not him being upset about anything. He was so tense waiting, holding his breath unintentionally, that F’drel jumped a tiny bit when Z’rin started laughing, fear spiking at the sudden action. Once it was clear what the laughter was about, F’drel could breath again, sinking slightly into the mattress as the adrenaline left him. Well, he’d certainly had absolutely nothing to do with the timing of Halomirth’s Flight or Varralath’s decision to chase her — he could feel the bubble of happiness from Halomirth at the blue’s name, and it was very hard not to sigh in exasperation at his easily smitten dragon — but as long as the thanks stayed strictly platonic, F’drel had no problem with Z’rin feeling thankful towards him.
His relief was strong enough and Halomirth’s influence on him not worn off enough that F’drel didn’t think his next words though before he said them. “Don’t tell Mylorah that, it’ll make her think she can draw me into her matchmaking schemes,” F’drel sighed, remembering some of Mylorah’s stories of her attempts to get people together, and very much not wanting to have anything more to do with them than listening to her tell him the outcome. And then F’drel realized he’d given information about himself that wasn’t necessary for him to give — he could have just said ‘thanks’ or something equally boring — and started mentally berating himself about needing to get with it faster after a Flight.
