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!
28.Dec.19, 06:46 AM
Casa felt a bubble of amusement, hiding it from her features, as she took in Dandioar’s resignation at her joining him, and his quiet little quips about being alone. Well, no one was truly alone in the Weyr, and certainly once he Impressed he would never be alone again. That thought, Casa wondered if she would have spent more time alone if she knew she was about to Impress Thallyath. She did miss having her mind to herself… Casa bit back a smile at Thallyath’s indignant snort. The gold dragon was wallowing in the sun, up high on the rocky ledges of the Weyr where only a dragon could get to, and only one as small as Thallyath could easily land on and claim. Sure, some of the greens and blues could fit there, but who was going to take on a pretty golden girl who was known to be snippy?
“To be fair,” Casa said, “none of the seasoned candidates are needed there until the Hatching starts.” She shrugged one shoulder. Not that she supported a lack of arrival until the last minute, but when you’d been to several Hatchings – like most of her friends had; Casa was one of those lucky ones that Impressed at twelve to her first Standing – it was all rather tiresome to be learning the same stuff, over and over. Refresher courses were required for the longer standing Candidates, and the fresh blood. But there was a nice big grey area between that made for a world of boring. Apparently.
Casa’s eyes sparkled when she realised Dandioar was staring at her legs, not meeting her eyes, as she spoke. Her time with Azrin, and his needy Holderfolk acquaintances had taught her a lot more than just fucking folks who knew what they wanted. Some of the Holderfolk – and pretty little virgin candidates – were shy, reserved, or even horrified at their own thought pattern. Those were the ones Casa enjoyed; they wanted her, but hated that they wanted her. Not because she wasn’t delicious, but because they were weird and apparently thought they shouldn’t. Or that she’d be insulted. Being careful to keep her features carefully polite and matching the tone of their conversation, and to her movements, Casa shifted her seat enough to have her skirt hitch up a little higher. More thigh was given for Dandioar’s viewing, but she was careful to keep her hands clasped demurely in her lap. She didn’t want to frighten him away by flashing too much too soon!
I thought you were supposed to be getting to know the Candidates? Thallyath sighed, her voice a combination of tired and filled with rolling eyes. Casa gave a mental snort. Oh, I plan on getting to know him, she said cheerfully, her mental tone almost sing-song. Thallyath sighed, but left her alone. Which was good, because Casa was suddenly very interested in the quip – it had her offering a slight smile, almost a smirk – and she laughed when he apologised. “Nonsense,” she said easily, reaching out to put a soft hand against his lower arm, halfway between his wrist and his elbow. She laughed softly at him calling her a lot to handle; he honestly didn’t know the half of it! Casa bit her bottom lip, worrying it between her teeth as she peered up at Dandioar through her eyelashes. “Do you prefer meek?” she asked softly, shifting onto her knees in a smooth movement, and leaning into Dandioar, pressing her hands gently against his chest and pressing him to his back on the ground, “Or do you like being handled?”
Casa knelt over Dandioar, her knees even with his hips, her hands resting lightly on his chest. Once he got himself together, it wouldn’t take much to throw her off him – if he wanted to. She smiled at him, the tilt of her lips gentle, but challenging.
“To be fair,” Casa said, “none of the seasoned candidates are needed there until the Hatching starts.” She shrugged one shoulder. Not that she supported a lack of arrival until the last minute, but when you’d been to several Hatchings – like most of her friends had; Casa was one of those lucky ones that Impressed at twelve to her first Standing – it was all rather tiresome to be learning the same stuff, over and over. Refresher courses were required for the longer standing Candidates, and the fresh blood. But there was a nice big grey area between that made for a world of boring. Apparently.
Casa’s eyes sparkled when she realised Dandioar was staring at her legs, not meeting her eyes, as she spoke. Her time with Azrin, and his needy Holderfolk acquaintances had taught her a lot more than just fucking folks who knew what they wanted. Some of the Holderfolk – and pretty little virgin candidates – were shy, reserved, or even horrified at their own thought pattern. Those were the ones Casa enjoyed; they wanted her, but hated that they wanted her. Not because she wasn’t delicious, but because they were weird and apparently thought they shouldn’t. Or that she’d be insulted. Being careful to keep her features carefully polite and matching the tone of their conversation, and to her movements, Casa shifted her seat enough to have her skirt hitch up a little higher. More thigh was given for Dandioar’s viewing, but she was careful to keep her hands clasped demurely in her lap. She didn’t want to frighten him away by flashing too much too soon!
Casa knelt over Dandioar, her knees even with his hips, her hands resting lightly on his chest. Once he got himself together, it wouldn’t take much to throw her off him – if he wanted to. She smiled at him, the tilt of her lips gentle, but challenging.
