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!
06.Jan.13, 11:58 AM
Indivara ran a hand back through her hair as she slipped out of the bed that had been confiscated for use by herself and the young bluerider she’d nabbed when his dragon had been outflown. Most riders knew her, now, since the young woman first began dabbling in flight mothing about a turn prior. Not all of them were always happy to see her as they became one with themselves, of course, but Indivara was welcomed happily as often as not. Her partnering choices ranged as a result, from those she knew would be pleased to see her, to those with whom she hadn’t slept. They were usually the most fun, for their reactions were generally extreme.
The blue whose shirt she slipped on grumbled as she left him, and Indivara laughed softly under her breath as she gathered her clothes up. She hadn’t been wearing much to start with; having been made aware Grith was going to fly moments before the green took to the skies, Indivara had removed the nice pants Kerrin had given her at some event or another, so as to avoid damaging them. It wasn’t really that uncommon, to see Indivara trotting across the Weyr in an oversized shirt, it was even less common when Grith was in the sky. She was loud, that green, and Indivara enjoyed getting wrapped up in her flights. It probably helped that Grith liked her, and wasn’t against including her if she was reminded that Indivara wanted to be included.
Clothing shoved under her arm, Indivara slipped out of the room and closed the door behind her, tugging the back of the young man’s shirt down self-consciously – it was a little shorter than she’d have liked – and looked up to see another bluerider leaving a room a few doors down. Indivara’s eyebrows arched curiously as she slipped down toward the door, Blood Sucker popping out of between to land silently on her shoulder, dark tail twining around her neck. Indivara raised her empty hand to pet him, silently quizzing the little fellow on Shit Head’s location; the reply (with Jada) didn’t surprise the girl, though she expected she’d probably get scolded either by the older woman or her dragon for involving herself in a green flight. Eyes rolling, Indivara peered in the half closed door.
The sight of R’nd, sprawled on the bed and not looking in her direction, sparked a devious smirk on the girl’s lips, and she crept inside, slipping by the door without touching it and tossing her clothes aside. A quick glance around had her spotting R’nd’s own shirt, and within moments a swap had been made and Indivara smoothed down the neat fabric even as the other bluerider’s shirt was kicked silently under the bed. Her smirk back in place, and blue firelizard once more on her shoulder, Indivara crept over to the bed, and lightly climbed onto it, crawling closer to R’nd and brushing light fingers over the man’s shoulder blade. Then she sat back, contorting her face into one of mild shock, and waited.
The blue whose shirt she slipped on grumbled as she left him, and Indivara laughed softly under her breath as she gathered her clothes up. She hadn’t been wearing much to start with; having been made aware Grith was going to fly moments before the green took to the skies, Indivara had removed the nice pants Kerrin had given her at some event or another, so as to avoid damaging them. It wasn’t really that uncommon, to see Indivara trotting across the Weyr in an oversized shirt, it was even less common when Grith was in the sky. She was loud, that green, and Indivara enjoyed getting wrapped up in her flights. It probably helped that Grith liked her, and wasn’t against including her if she was reminded that Indivara wanted to be included.
Clothing shoved under her arm, Indivara slipped out of the room and closed the door behind her, tugging the back of the young man’s shirt down self-consciously – it was a little shorter than she’d have liked – and looked up to see another bluerider leaving a room a few doors down. Indivara’s eyebrows arched curiously as she slipped down toward the door, Blood Sucker popping out of between to land silently on her shoulder, dark tail twining around her neck. Indivara raised her empty hand to pet him, silently quizzing the little fellow on Shit Head’s location; the reply (with Jada) didn’t surprise the girl, though she expected she’d probably get scolded either by the older woman or her dragon for involving herself in a green flight. Eyes rolling, Indivara peered in the half closed door.
The sight of R’nd, sprawled on the bed and not looking in her direction, sparked a devious smirk on the girl’s lips, and she crept inside, slipping by the door without touching it and tossing her clothes aside. A quick glance around had her spotting R’nd’s own shirt, and within moments a swap had been made and Indivara smoothed down the neat fabric even as the other bluerider’s shirt was kicked silently under the bed. Her smirk back in place, and blue firelizard once more on her shoulder, Indivara crept over to the bed, and lightly climbed onto it, crawling closer to R’nd and brushing light fingers over the man’s shoulder blade. Then she sat back, contorting her face into one of mild shock, and waited.
