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!
23.Oct.13, 01:53 AM
My thorn, Aradissicath replied without missing a beat as she returned the greeting, lightly teasing the bronze dragon. He wasn’t truly the thorn in her side but the way he quite literally liked to poke at it had earned him the name all the same. They never said much since she believed Xyreith thought it made him a strong and silent type or just plain mysterious and that was fine with her. Once in a while she would fill the void with babble but usually she was content to simply sit near the bronze beast and annoy him with her presence. Tonight, she felt, would be a bit different. They were the stars of the gathering and their personalities wouldn’t let them remain silent too long. For now, Aradissicath only followed Xyreith’s and then R’nya’s gaze to her rider. Rhaedalyn was acting odd, even for her, and she did indeed need people watching her.
She had only been at the party several minutes and already Rhaedalyn was growing uncomfortable with the words of congratulations, the light teasing over who won, and even a few death glares given to her because of the winner. It wasn’t like she picked who won or when it would happen! She already felt like an outsider because of being a Northerner brought in so late into the established community and she knew she was a bit odd compared to the other girls running around but now she felt completely isolated. Girls hated her because she got to sleep with the elusive R’nya. Some men were upset because they didn’t win the flight and gave her glances that said it was clearly her fault and not their own.
The worst part, however, was that one of the people she wanted to run to for comfort and support was also the man that had won the flight and she still wasn’t sure what to do about that now that the flight lust was completely out of her system and she wasn’t so giddy.
Rhaedalyn nearly slinked her way back to Aradissicath and came up short when she saw Xyreith sitting beside the gold dragon. That meant… “Good evening, R’nya,” Rhaedalyn smiled as she spotted the bronzerider but was quickly back to sipping at her drink. Despite her constant sips, the cup was still half full thanks to the strong taste of the alcohol. She wasn’t a drinker and it was hard to get past such a bitter taste no matter what her nerves were doing to her. She had to act normal! Normal would be easy right? It was what she did every day so all she had to do was be polite, giggle, and carry out random conversations. She could do that; she could!
“I’m glad you’re here. Since this is for us, I mean. For our flight. Um, o-our dragons.” Rhaedalyn wanted to smack her forehead for how smooth she was being. She certainly wasn’t nervous or unsure of what to say around R’nya, not at all! Now if only he would believe that, along with everyone else, she’d make it through fine.
She had only been at the party several minutes and already Rhaedalyn was growing uncomfortable with the words of congratulations, the light teasing over who won, and even a few death glares given to her because of the winner. It wasn’t like she picked who won or when it would happen! She already felt like an outsider because of being a Northerner brought in so late into the established community and she knew she was a bit odd compared to the other girls running around but now she felt completely isolated. Girls hated her because she got to sleep with the elusive R’nya. Some men were upset because they didn’t win the flight and gave her glances that said it was clearly her fault and not their own.
The worst part, however, was that one of the people she wanted to run to for comfort and support was also the man that had won the flight and she still wasn’t sure what to do about that now that the flight lust was completely out of her system and she wasn’t so giddy.
Rhaedalyn nearly slinked her way back to Aradissicath and came up short when she saw Xyreith sitting beside the gold dragon. That meant… “Good evening, R’nya,” Rhaedalyn smiled as she spotted the bronzerider but was quickly back to sipping at her drink. Despite her constant sips, the cup was still half full thanks to the strong taste of the alcohol. She wasn’t a drinker and it was hard to get past such a bitter taste no matter what her nerves were doing to her. She had to act normal! Normal would be easy right? It was what she did every day so all she had to do was be polite, giggle, and carry out random conversations. She could do that; she could!
“I’m glad you’re here. Since this is for us, I mean. For our flight. Um, o-our dragons.” Rhaedalyn wanted to smack her forehead for how smooth she was being. She certainly wasn’t nervous or unsure of what to say around R’nya, not at all! Now if only he would believe that, along with everyone else, she’d make it through fine.
