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.Oct.13, 11:39 PM
V'riy shrugged at O'wain and gave an agreeable nod at the brownrider's request for a lift to get the rest of his clothing. "Z'jan," he said with a nod of acknowledgement. "Nothing to be sorry about. I'm V'riy, and if you didn't know, this is Morith." The bronze bugled a very soft greeting at the greenrider, being careful not to wake the sleeping dragons nearby as he shifted his weight from one foreleg to the other.
Morith helpfully craned his neck over the edge and tilted his head sideways, focusing on the ground easily with his superior sight and letting out a puff of air that slightly blew over the two men as he located pieces of clothing scattered along the ground. He moved his head up and down quickly in his version of a nod and offered his foreleg to the riders before him.
Glancing at the man with his back turned to him, it was obvious to V'riy that the man was uncomfortable. "It seems we've located some clothing. One at a time, I think," he said to O'wain courteously, deciding that forcing the two men to have close contact, even for a short ride adragonback, was asking too much. Something was off. Offering a helpful hand to the brownrider, he swung O'wain easily up behind him and asked Morith to make the short flight to the lower ground beneath them.
Depositing O'wain, V'riy gave him a quick nod and after scanning the surroundings to make sure the brownrider would be safely left alone for a few moments, the bronzerider had Morith in the air again. The fit bronze beat his wings steadily as he rose upward, catching a chance upward drift of the wind and using it to gain momentum as he made his way back to the ledge. V'riy encouraged his bronze to fly straight when he could, being very careful of overusing his dragon's ability to blink /between/.
As Morith landed, V'riy studied the young man in front of him. "Z'jan..." he said after a moment, softly and not without kindness. "I thought I should.. get O'wain out of your hair. Quickly. Are you alright?" the bronzerider inquired quietly. "Not that it's any of my business.. but you don't seem like.. well, post-flight bliss, to put it bluntly," V'riy said with a concerned look. O'wain and he were on rather friendly terms, but if something untoward had happened between these two, V'riy would be the first to champion the young inexperienced greenrider before him.
Morith helpfully craned his neck over the edge and tilted his head sideways, focusing on the ground easily with his superior sight and letting out a puff of air that slightly blew over the two men as he located pieces of clothing scattered along the ground. He moved his head up and down quickly in his version of a nod and offered his foreleg to the riders before him.
Glancing at the man with his back turned to him, it was obvious to V'riy that the man was uncomfortable. "It seems we've located some clothing. One at a time, I think," he said to O'wain courteously, deciding that forcing the two men to have close contact, even for a short ride adragonback, was asking too much. Something was off. Offering a helpful hand to the brownrider, he swung O'wain easily up behind him and asked Morith to make the short flight to the lower ground beneath them.
Depositing O'wain, V'riy gave him a quick nod and after scanning the surroundings to make sure the brownrider would be safely left alone for a few moments, the bronzerider had Morith in the air again. The fit bronze beat his wings steadily as he rose upward, catching a chance upward drift of the wind and using it to gain momentum as he made his way back to the ledge. V'riy encouraged his bronze to fly straight when he could, being very careful of overusing his dragon's ability to blink /between/.
As Morith landed, V'riy studied the young man in front of him. "Z'jan..." he said after a moment, softly and not without kindness. "I thought I should.. get O'wain out of your hair. Quickly. Are you alright?" the bronzerider inquired quietly. "Not that it's any of my business.. but you don't seem like.. well, post-flight bliss, to put it bluntly," V'riy said with a concerned look. O'wain and he were on rather friendly terms, but if something untoward had happened between these two, V'riy would be the first to champion the young inexperienced greenrider before him.
