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!
19.Apr.21, 04:54 AM
M’quel startled visibly when Dalsuth shouted out, nearly falling into the pool with N’lis as she turned, eyes wide, and then smiled warmly at the young blue. “I didn’t see you there,” she admitted sheepishly, reaching out her free hand to rub at his eye ridge when he crept close enough. She turned her attention back to N’lis as he spoke, her lips pursing thoughtfully as she laced her fingers through his when his hand turned, squeezing again as she shook her head. “No you don’t.” She said firmly, but quietly. “If you knew who it was, you’d be hurt – or worse.” The last thing M’quel wanted was one of her best friends to get hurt! It was bad enough that so many important people to her were already injured or dying or dead.
“Thread is scary,” M’quel said slowly, softly, pursing her lips but not disagreeing with what N’lis was saying. The events were one way to prepare. A scary, unneeded way that was a waste of life and no guarantee that the people involved would actually take what was being learned and use it. But it was a learning experience. Feeling overwhelmed by all the negative emotions, M’quel sighed softly, a sad sound, and pushed off from the edge of the bathing pool, sliding gracefully into the water and holding out her arms – one hand still holding N’lis’ – for a hug. The fact that he was in the bath (and now so was she) and that he was more than likely naked (it was only sensible to bathe without clothing) were all things M’quel wasn’t considering – at least until she paused and blinked at N’lis, whom she realised in that moment only came up to her chest.
M’quel paused, tilting her head and peering down at him in confusion. “Why are you ducking?” she asked in bewilderment, ducking down herself so her shoulder’s vanished into the water and her head was even with N’lis’. Her confusion and lingering sadness suddenly vanished, and M’quel’s eyes sparkled with mischievousness. “Are you shy?” she teased playfully, biting her bottom lip. “I’ve seen you shirtless before.” Not since before either of them Impressed, maybe longer, but it wasn’t like various states of nakedness was something foreign. Gliding forward in the water, M’quel stopped inches from N’lis and reclaimed her hand; a moment later, her head vanished as she removed her nightdress, and punted the wet material to the side, giggling when it landed in front of Dalsuth’s nose.
“Better?” she murmured, turning her gaze back to N’lis; her cheeks were coloured darkly and her gaze was shy. She wasn’t really sure why she’d done that, or what she expected to happen (or not happen). She wasn’t even sure if she was crossing lines with Dalsuth’s growth, because the only dragon that had had issues with connections had been Dyoricath, and M’quel hadn’t been paying attention to those lessons, because she hadn’t been feeling the warm and strange sensation in her lower belly then that she was now.
“Thread is scary,” M’quel said slowly, softly, pursing her lips but not disagreeing with what N’lis was saying. The events were one way to prepare. A scary, unneeded way that was a waste of life and no guarantee that the people involved would actually take what was being learned and use it. But it was a learning experience. Feeling overwhelmed by all the negative emotions, M’quel sighed softly, a sad sound, and pushed off from the edge of the bathing pool, sliding gracefully into the water and holding out her arms – one hand still holding N’lis’ – for a hug. The fact that he was in the bath (and now so was she) and that he was more than likely naked (it was only sensible to bathe without clothing) were all things M’quel wasn’t considering – at least until she paused and blinked at N’lis, whom she realised in that moment only came up to her chest.
M’quel paused, tilting her head and peering down at him in confusion. “Why are you ducking?” she asked in bewilderment, ducking down herself so her shoulder’s vanished into the water and her head was even with N’lis’. Her confusion and lingering sadness suddenly vanished, and M’quel’s eyes sparkled with mischievousness. “Are you shy?” she teased playfully, biting her bottom lip. “I’ve seen you shirtless before.” Not since before either of them Impressed, maybe longer, but it wasn’t like various states of nakedness was something foreign. Gliding forward in the water, M’quel stopped inches from N’lis and reclaimed her hand; a moment later, her head vanished as she removed her nightdress, and punted the wet material to the side, giggling when it landed in front of Dalsuth’s nose.
“Better?” she murmured, turning her gaze back to N’lis; her cheeks were coloured darkly and her gaze was shy. She wasn’t really sure why she’d done that, or what she expected to happen (or not happen). She wasn’t even sure if she was crossing lines with Dalsuth’s growth, because the only dragon that had had issues with connections had been Dyoricath, and M’quel hadn’t been paying attention to those lessons, because she hadn’t been feeling the warm and strange sensation in her lower belly then that she was now.
