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.Sep.13, 04:58 AM
She raised an eyebrow briefly at his infectious grin mentioned Quenym. This man had dealings with her best friend? Somehow, that didn't realize surprise her. Quenym was a troublemaker and liked to spread his mischief around as far as possible.
As he began to mention Quenym again, she heard his tone turn...lusty and amused. She stopped him in his tracks with a finger to his lips gently, shaking her head. "Redfruit, no. Best friend, yes. He's the best wingsecond I could ever ask for. It's no surprise to me that you have met him."
But the words he had said hadn't escaped her notice. So Quenym had asked him about her? She wondered what had been said. Maybe he had asked advice, just like she had started to do? Or maybe he was learning how to explore sex. O'wain looked like the kind of man who would be good to learn about sex from.
Maybe they had practiced together? Maybe not. Quenym and her, they'd shared kisses, but not much more yet. They had both agreed practice was necessary, as well as experimentation. But she wasn't sure Quenym was interested in sex with men. She shrugged it off with another devious grin at the man.
"Yes, I'm Casa. It's a pleasure to meetcha, O'wain." Turning to the brown dragon who came rumbling out of the trees so pleasantly, she offered him a warm smile in return. "And you don't have to sensor yourselves. I'm no fool to the flightlusts that happen around here. I may not know what I'm doing myself, but I'm no idiot."
She shrugged and leaned back again, listening to him buttering his talk again. She bemusedly wondered if he did it subconciously, and wrinkled her nose when he called her sweet. Ha! Boy, did he have a lot to learn about her.
"First off, I'm not sweet. Sweet is what you call girls in frilly dresses, cooing over babies. Second, I think you'd be up for the challenge," she said with a soft laugh, gazing drifting over Nishkath again. "You seem to know what your doing, at least in the regards to dragon rearing." The insult was subtle, but she wanted to see just how playful this man was. He'd survived Quenym, after all.
As he began to mention Quenym again, she heard his tone turn...lusty and amused. She stopped him in his tracks with a finger to his lips gently, shaking her head. "Redfruit, no. Best friend, yes. He's the best wingsecond I could ever ask for. It's no surprise to me that you have met him."
But the words he had said hadn't escaped her notice. So Quenym had asked him about her? She wondered what had been said. Maybe he had asked advice, just like she had started to do? Or maybe he was learning how to explore sex. O'wain looked like the kind of man who would be good to learn about sex from.
Maybe they had practiced together? Maybe not. Quenym and her, they'd shared kisses, but not much more yet. They had both agreed practice was necessary, as well as experimentation. But she wasn't sure Quenym was interested in sex with men. She shrugged it off with another devious grin at the man.
"Yes, I'm Casa. It's a pleasure to meetcha, O'wain." Turning to the brown dragon who came rumbling out of the trees so pleasantly, she offered him a warm smile in return. "And you don't have to sensor yourselves. I'm no fool to the flightlusts that happen around here. I may not know what I'm doing myself, but I'm no idiot."
She shrugged and leaned back again, listening to him buttering his talk again. She bemusedly wondered if he did it subconciously, and wrinkled her nose when he called her sweet. Ha! Boy, did he have a lot to learn about her.
"First off, I'm not sweet. Sweet is what you call girls in frilly dresses, cooing over babies. Second, I think you'd be up for the challenge," she said with a soft laugh, gazing drifting over Nishkath again. "You seem to know what your doing, at least in the regards to dragon rearing." The insult was subtle, but she wanted to see just how playful this man was. He'd survived Quenym, after all.
