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!
07.Mar.19, 04:19 AM
"Great!" The reply was both for lunch and Varralath staying as long as he was allowed to. He could feel how happy his dragon was at spending time with the green and Z'rin didn't want to cut it short just because he was trying to leave at an appropriate time. He already felt like he was staying longer than he should given they didn't know each other and there wouldn't be any extra canoodling since he was mated and F'drel seemed more tired than aroused right then. Naps were definitely in the cards for all of them and even with Varralath's happiness, he could feel the dragon was still exhausted himself.
You did well, buddy. Enjoy your time with your friend and come home when you can. Z'rin was proud of his dragon for winning and relieved as well. It was one thing to live vicariously through the bond and his rider definitely wasn't lacking in sexual relief, but it was nice to experience it first hand sometimes as well. Tell her I'd like to meet her some time as well! He didn't want to invite himself over to do so then since it wasn't his weyr but he'd gladly visit with her if she came by or was out wandering around the Bowl when they were.
There was the briefest moment of hesitation as Z'rin started to get out of bed. He was so used to just throwing back the blanket and walking around nude in front of N'mor that he almost did the same thing in front of F'drel. Then reality overruled any sense of modesty. It wasn't like they hadn't just had sex and he wasn't about to steal the sheet and demurely walk over to his pants and dress in another room. So he slipped from bed, not really concerned if F'drel watched or not... until he remembered his scars on his back and winced. He had grown too used to N'mor having no issue with them that he had actually forgotten about them and waited for F'drel to question him or bring up the fires and his injury from them. He had been in their makeshift infirmary for quite some time so no doubt people knew about him and maybe even the scars. And if they didn't, anyone awake that saw him heading out for the Flight would have seen them as well as when he left.
With a bit less bounce in his step, Z'rin slipped his pants on and really wished for a shirt. He was close to asking F'drel if he could borrow one since they seemed close enough in size, then thought better of it. They didn't know each other well and even though N'mor lending him clothes to wear turned into a friendship so he had precedence, Z'rin figured F'drel wouldn't want to share with the bluerider that just got free sex out of him.
"I packed light this trip," Z'rin laughed as he explained his lack of anything else being put on. "But uh, I guess I'll see you later. Probably be a late lunch for me so don't wait around if you get there earlier. We'll catch up another time." With a smile that showed a lot more confidence than he felt, Z'rin headed for the door to make his journey home.
You did well, buddy. Enjoy your time with your friend and come home when you can. Z'rin was proud of his dragon for winning and relieved as well. It was one thing to live vicariously through the bond and his rider definitely wasn't lacking in sexual relief, but it was nice to experience it first hand sometimes as well. Tell her I'd like to meet her some time as well! He didn't want to invite himself over to do so then since it wasn't his weyr but he'd gladly visit with her if she came by or was out wandering around the Bowl when they were.
There was the briefest moment of hesitation as Z'rin started to get out of bed. He was so used to just throwing back the blanket and walking around nude in front of N'mor that he almost did the same thing in front of F'drel. Then reality overruled any sense of modesty. It wasn't like they hadn't just had sex and he wasn't about to steal the sheet and demurely walk over to his pants and dress in another room. So he slipped from bed, not really concerned if F'drel watched or not... until he remembered his scars on his back and winced. He had grown too used to N'mor having no issue with them that he had actually forgotten about them and waited for F'drel to question him or bring up the fires and his injury from them. He had been in their makeshift infirmary for quite some time so no doubt people knew about him and maybe even the scars. And if they didn't, anyone awake that saw him heading out for the Flight would have seen them as well as when he left.
With a bit less bounce in his step, Z'rin slipped his pants on and really wished for a shirt. He was close to asking F'drel if he could borrow one since they seemed close enough in size, then thought better of it. They didn't know each other well and even though N'mor lending him clothes to wear turned into a friendship so he had precedence, Z'rin figured F'drel wouldn't want to share with the bluerider that just got free sex out of him.
"I packed light this trip," Z'rin laughed as he explained his lack of anything else being put on. "But uh, I guess I'll see you later. Probably be a late lunch for me so don't wait around if you get there earlier. We'll catch up another time." With a smile that showed a lot more confidence than he felt, Z'rin headed for the door to make his journey home.
