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!
27.Mar.21, 11:51 AM
It had taken a couple of days for Casa to realise that Thallyath was glowing; at first it was subtle, so very subtle and Casa had entirely missed it as a result. Her dragon’s hide was glimmery and glittery as a rule, especially when oiled; the extra glow took a few days to really come through and Casa knew she wasn’t the only one that missed the quiet change in the dragon since it wasn’t until earlier that day that people had started to whisper loud enough for the young woman to catch word of.
Of course, she’d been low key expecting it, since T’ryn had decided Thallyath would fly every two years, and warned her that the date was coming up. Not that it meant anything, really. Some of the golds were lazy when it came to Flying – some still hadn’t taken to the air yet! – but with most of their golden girls Flying on the regular, Casa felt that Thallyath wasn’t to be outdone, and she was finally (mostly) over the fiasco that had been her first Flight. Which also meant that every blue within the Weyr would be grounded when Thallyath took to the skies. Casa had already approached J’zaq on the downlow, and made sure he was aware it absolutely had to be put out there before Thallayth put herself out there.
Neither dragon nor rider wanted to go through that blue-winning fiasco ever again.
Once that had been taken care of, Casa had borrowed a couple of firelizards to send notices to the other Weyrs, inviting them to invite their bronzes to Ista since Thallyath had no mate, and the small Island could use a descent sized clutch. A nice bronze would be very good, especially since Thallyath was a snotty little snot and wasn’t particularly fond of any of Ista’s boys. Nor was she at all interested in flying a brown. Apparently only bronze would do, now, and Casa couldn’t say she was unhappy with that. Thallyath pointed out that Faxxonth had won by accident, and that she’d been aiming for a bronze. Casa wasn’t sure how much truth was in that, but she let it go.
Casa brushed wet hair out of her face as she watched Thallyath stretch out her wings, the small gold situated on the ledge, preening under the hungry gazes of the bronzes that had been spending the last couple of days at Ista. Casa knew she was working herself up to take-off, to blooding, and the fight for the most suitable mate. Thallyath wasn’t particularly prone to being subtle, and Casa was too well versed in lust to be taken by surprise. Instead, she leaned against the wall and watched her gold, a small smirk curling the corner of her lips. Taking to the air gracefully, Thallyath began the spiralling descent to the beast pens; as hungry as she was, she folded easily to Casa’s demand that Thallyath do no more than blood the beasts, and the little gold was soon ready for the excitement of the Flight.
Leaving the edge, Casa made her way back into her Weyr. She didn’t bother to dress, simply wearing the towel she’d wrapped around herself when she climbed out of the bathing pool. She double checked that the door to her weyr was unlocked, and then made her way to her bedroom. The sensation of Thallyath’s growing lust was strange; they were both used to Casa being the randy party in their relationship, and it was bizarre to have those emotions fuelled by her usually reserved dragon. Not that it stopped Casa from embracing them wholeheartedly. By the time Casa’s room was filling with the bodies of hopeful men, she was well connected with Thallyath, and almost oblivious to the human counterpart.
Casa came into her own in a lazy, slow, and relaxed way that told her Thallyath was content and pleased with herself. The flight had been won by an appropriate bronze, and Casa felt relief relax her body further into the mattress. There was a warm body beside her, and Casa wasn’t shy as she nuzzled against the man and hummed soft appreciation for his clean scent; whomever he was, he’d bathed recently and she could still smell the lingering scents of herbs and flowers on him. Casa currently favoured the scent of lotus flowers, which she found had a gorgeous scent, though they’d been brought into her little garden for their herbal qualities.
Running her hand lightly along the side of her latest partner’s waist, Casa decided to try and figure out who she’d bedded without opening her eyes to confirm who it was. She hadn’t actually fucked many of the bronzeriders, so she wasn’t really surprised when she decided the body under her feathery touch was one she didn’t recognise; Casa was fairly sure she would have recognised the scent of his soaps if she’d bedded him before. Opening her eyes lazily, Casa leaned up enough to press a light kiss against the man’s cheek, eyes curious as she studied his face. “Hello S’far,” she said softly, amusement lacing her tone. Not whom she had expected to see. Interesting choice,.The most worthy. Thallyath said simply, her tone lazy and content. Casa grinned.
Of course, she’d been low key expecting it, since T’ryn had decided Thallyath would fly every two years, and warned her that the date was coming up. Not that it meant anything, really. Some of the golds were lazy when it came to Flying – some still hadn’t taken to the air yet! – but with most of their golden girls Flying on the regular, Casa felt that Thallyath wasn’t to be outdone, and she was finally (mostly) over the fiasco that had been her first Flight. Which also meant that every blue within the Weyr would be grounded when Thallyath took to the skies. Casa had already approached J’zaq on the downlow, and made sure he was aware it absolutely had to be put out there before Thallayth put herself out there.
Neither dragon nor rider wanted to go through that blue-winning fiasco ever again.
Once that had been taken care of, Casa had borrowed a couple of firelizards to send notices to the other Weyrs, inviting them to invite their bronzes to Ista since Thallyath had no mate, and the small Island could use a descent sized clutch. A nice bronze would be very good, especially since Thallyath was a snotty little snot and wasn’t particularly fond of any of Ista’s boys. Nor was she at all interested in flying a brown. Apparently only bronze would do, now, and Casa couldn’t say she was unhappy with that. Thallyath pointed out that Faxxonth had won by accident, and that she’d been aiming for a bronze. Casa wasn’t sure how much truth was in that, but she let it go.
Casa brushed wet hair out of her face as she watched Thallyath stretch out her wings, the small gold situated on the ledge, preening under the hungry gazes of the bronzes that had been spending the last couple of days at Ista. Casa knew she was working herself up to take-off, to blooding, and the fight for the most suitable mate. Thallyath wasn’t particularly prone to being subtle, and Casa was too well versed in lust to be taken by surprise. Instead, she leaned against the wall and watched her gold, a small smirk curling the corner of her lips. Taking to the air gracefully, Thallyath began the spiralling descent to the beast pens; as hungry as she was, she folded easily to Casa’s demand that Thallyath do no more than blood the beasts, and the little gold was soon ready for the excitement of the Flight.
Leaving the edge, Casa made her way back into her Weyr. She didn’t bother to dress, simply wearing the towel she’d wrapped around herself when she climbed out of the bathing pool. She double checked that the door to her weyr was unlocked, and then made her way to her bedroom. The sensation of Thallyath’s growing lust was strange; they were both used to Casa being the randy party in their relationship, and it was bizarre to have those emotions fuelled by her usually reserved dragon. Not that it stopped Casa from embracing them wholeheartedly. By the time Casa’s room was filling with the bodies of hopeful men, she was well connected with Thallyath, and almost oblivious to the human counterpart.
* * *
Casa came into her own in a lazy, slow, and relaxed way that told her Thallyath was content and pleased with herself. The flight had been won by an appropriate bronze, and Casa felt relief relax her body further into the mattress. There was a warm body beside her, and Casa wasn’t shy as she nuzzled against the man and hummed soft appreciation for his clean scent; whomever he was, he’d bathed recently and she could still smell the lingering scents of herbs and flowers on him. Casa currently favoured the scent of lotus flowers, which she found had a gorgeous scent, though they’d been brought into her little garden for their herbal qualities.
Running her hand lightly along the side of her latest partner’s waist, Casa decided to try and figure out who she’d bedded without opening her eyes to confirm who it was. She hadn’t actually fucked many of the bronzeriders, so she wasn’t really surprised when she decided the body under her feathery touch was one she didn’t recognise; Casa was fairly sure she would have recognised the scent of his soaps if she’d bedded him before. Opening her eyes lazily, Casa leaned up enough to press a light kiss against the man’s cheek, eyes curious as she studied his face. “Hello S’far,” she said softly, amusement lacing her tone. Not whom she had expected to see. Interesting choice,.
