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!
24.May.22, 07:14 AM
M’quel had never been to such a grand event! She had met most of the family at some point or another, of course, usually accompanying A’tay before she had Impressed Zezeth, but she hadn’t really seen anyone since; too busy keeping her dragon alive and doing her various lessons. Despite that, or perhaps because of it, she’d never seen anything as grandeur as the wedding of B’jin’s daughter and R’nd’s nephew. The bride – who looked every part the striking Lady – was impossible to miss, with the way she’d glided in to join her beau and take part in some fancy Holder traditional ceremony. M’quel had beamed when the young woman threw herself at her husband in joy after it was done, before she’d run off to throw herself on her father and step-father. M’quel was pretty sure that wasn’t tradition, but everyone seemed to take it in stride.
All things considered (like the fact that she was B’jin’s daughter) the young Lady-to-be was very calm and collected through it all, M’quel thought, biting her lip to keep from saying anything as she was swept away by T’ryn to meet and greet, and dance. M’quel thoroughly enjoyed the dancing, and likely could have forgotten about the promise T’ryn had made her, if not for two things: the heated little looks he gave her that made her burn with desire, and the foreign feeling of not wearing underpants to cover herself… Because she hadn’t wanted to ride her dragon (or go between) without panties on, M’quel had arrived at the destination in riding leathers, and had changed in a spare room before the whole thing started.
M'quel felt stunning in the gown she’d had commissioned after T’ryn had invited her. It was fairly simple, since she hadn’t had the money or the time available for it to be heavily beaded or embroidered, but it had been expertly, though the seamstress was a bit worried about how revealing it all was until she realised M’quel was a dragonrider. Apparently, that soothed her worry, which M’quel found bemusing. The dress itself was basically two pieces of deep red material, tied together over her shoulders, and woven together loosely down the sides, leaving long splits on each side of her leg. She wore a pair of cute but low high-heels to complete the look, her hair loose and falling around her shoulders.
Having eaten, and holding a small glass of wine, M’quel had escaped from the dancing with breathless laughter; she’d managed to be captured by almost all of T’ryn’s family at one time, though she’d most enjoyed dancing with A’tay and gushing with her best friend about how Amorandii’s wedding was basically one of Rhaedalyn’s stories come to life. M’quel turned with an indulgent smile when she felt someone touch her elbow, expecting another request for a dance, but found herself looking up into T’ryn’s heated gaze. Her lips parted slightly, and a hot flush darkened her already pink cheeks. She set her wine aside, letting T’ryn capture the now empty hand, and she followed him, trembling just slightly from need and excitement, as he led them to their escape; M’quel didn’t so much as glance back as she slipped out behind him.
M’quel barely had a chance to breathe as they entered the library, glancing around curiously before all she could see was T’ryn leering at her hungrily as he pressed her against the door. M’quel parted her lips, eagerly accepting the heated kiss and moaning softly into it. Her breath hitched as a flutter of soft breeze caressed her as her dress was pushed side, before she moaned into T’ryn’s mouth as his fingers entered her. She spread her legs more, rolling her hips encouragingly, biting down on his bottom lip as he pulled away. “Never?” She whispered, eyes wide as she stared up at him, but mewled as he worked her, so she nodded her head almost empathically – anything to make sure he didn’t stop touching her.
All things considered (like the fact that she was B’jin’s daughter) the young Lady-to-be was very calm and collected through it all, M’quel thought, biting her lip to keep from saying anything as she was swept away by T’ryn to meet and greet, and dance. M’quel thoroughly enjoyed the dancing, and likely could have forgotten about the promise T’ryn had made her, if not for two things: the heated little looks he gave her that made her burn with desire, and the foreign feeling of not wearing underpants to cover herself… Because she hadn’t wanted to ride her dragon (or go between) without panties on, M’quel had arrived at the destination in riding leathers, and had changed in a spare room before the whole thing started.
M'quel felt stunning in the gown she’d had commissioned after T’ryn had invited her. It was fairly simple, since she hadn’t had the money or the time available for it to be heavily beaded or embroidered, but it had been expertly, though the seamstress was a bit worried about how revealing it all was until she realised M’quel was a dragonrider. Apparently, that soothed her worry, which M’quel found bemusing. The dress itself was basically two pieces of deep red material, tied together over her shoulders, and woven together loosely down the sides, leaving long splits on each side of her leg. She wore a pair of cute but low high-heels to complete the look, her hair loose and falling around her shoulders.
Having eaten, and holding a small glass of wine, M’quel had escaped from the dancing with breathless laughter; she’d managed to be captured by almost all of T’ryn’s family at one time, though she’d most enjoyed dancing with A’tay and gushing with her best friend about how Amorandii’s wedding was basically one of Rhaedalyn’s stories come to life. M’quel turned with an indulgent smile when she felt someone touch her elbow, expecting another request for a dance, but found herself looking up into T’ryn’s heated gaze. Her lips parted slightly, and a hot flush darkened her already pink cheeks. She set her wine aside, letting T’ryn capture the now empty hand, and she followed him, trembling just slightly from need and excitement, as he led them to their escape; M’quel didn’t so much as glance back as she slipped out behind him.
M’quel barely had a chance to breathe as they entered the library, glancing around curiously before all she could see was T’ryn leering at her hungrily as he pressed her against the door. M’quel parted her lips, eagerly accepting the heated kiss and moaning softly into it. Her breath hitched as a flutter of soft breeze caressed her as her dress was pushed side, before she moaned into T’ryn’s mouth as his fingers entered her. She spread her legs more, rolling her hips encouragingly, biting down on his bottom lip as he pulled away. “Never?” She whispered, eyes wide as she stared up at him, but mewled as he worked her, so she nodded her head almost empathically – anything to make sure he didn’t stop touching her.
