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!
24.Apr.22, 08:46 AM
V'lia gave a soft moan as her eyes fluttered open to a dark room and clear thoughts were hers once more. Another Flight so soon? Tiath had Flown for the first time in month ten and it seemed she liked it enough to want to do it again six months later. The minx. I would hardly say Flying twice a year is worthy of such name calling, Tiath replied in a huff but V'lia felt the contentment through their bond at having a good male curled up with her which also made her content and without energy to bicker, even playfully.
Despite feeling an arm draped over her stomach, V'lia was able to give a good and needed stretch, arms lifting above her head and even her legs and toes trying to get in on the action. Sometimes she felt like a feline when she gave such a mighty stretch and maybe sounded like one as well with the mewl of pleasure that escaped. That always felt so good! That thought made her pause as she slowly lowered her arms with a frown. But it shouldn't feel so good after a Flight. It didn't matter if it was Tiath's Flight or one that A'dis was stumbling home from so they could enjoy the flightlust together; she was always sore afterwards from strong hands and a good rough fuck.
She took a moment to assess herself with light pokes to her arms, stomach, and thighs while noting her back and ass seemed fine since she was lying on them. She had some tender spots but nothing that had V’lia worried about bruising or playfully ordering A’dis to carry her to a hot bath. So who was on the list of dragonriders that were deemed safer and gentler? R’nd had always been at the top of every greenrider’s list but the body beside her and the arm she had cautiously poked during her investigation didn’t match the man’s size. V’ler? That seemed more likely as he was shorter and lither than a lot of men in the Weyr.
And V’lia had been in the weyr he shared with V’ra when the Flight happened so maybe Veeth had a jump start and got a win. It at least explained where she was as the faint outline of furniture she could now make out as her eyes adjusted to the darkness came into view. You are close yet so far from the truth, my dear. Try again but with a little more focus this time. V’lia scowled into the darkness as Tiath used even a Flight as a lesson and demanded more from her.
With a sigh and roll of her eyes, V’lia decided it was easier to just glance at the shape beside her as her fingers lightly walked up the arm draped over her. “Wake up, darling,” she sang in a soft voice, preparing to twist and lean over to kiss her lover on the cheek or forehead but the moment was quickly ruined as she laughed and caught what her dragon had meant. It wasn’t V’ler that had won but the other occupant of the weyr and the one she had been there visiting—V’ra. It seemed Venseth had found some interest and put in a rare appearance for a Flight and won. She was willing to bet that among other reasons, he only entered when it was a sure win but V’lia couldn’t fault that logic.
Well, regardless of Venseth’s reasons, this was something new and unexpected and V’lia wasn’t quite sure how to proceed since V’ra was not only ranked above her by dragon but she was also her boss. Reviewing lesson plans was the reason she was even there to begin with.
Despite feeling an arm draped over her stomach, V'lia was able to give a good and needed stretch, arms lifting above her head and even her legs and toes trying to get in on the action. Sometimes she felt like a feline when she gave such a mighty stretch and maybe sounded like one as well with the mewl of pleasure that escaped. That always felt so good! That thought made her pause as she slowly lowered her arms with a frown. But it shouldn't feel so good after a Flight. It didn't matter if it was Tiath's Flight or one that A'dis was stumbling home from so they could enjoy the flightlust together; she was always sore afterwards from strong hands and a good rough fuck.
She took a moment to assess herself with light pokes to her arms, stomach, and thighs while noting her back and ass seemed fine since she was lying on them. She had some tender spots but nothing that had V’lia worried about bruising or playfully ordering A’dis to carry her to a hot bath. So who was on the list of dragonriders that were deemed safer and gentler? R’nd had always been at the top of every greenrider’s list but the body beside her and the arm she had cautiously poked during her investigation didn’t match the man’s size. V’ler? That seemed more likely as he was shorter and lither than a lot of men in the Weyr.
And V’lia had been in the weyr he shared with V’ra when the Flight happened so maybe Veeth had a jump start and got a win. It at least explained where she was as the faint outline of furniture she could now make out as her eyes adjusted to the darkness came into view. You are close yet so far from the truth, my dear. Try again but with a little more focus this time. V’lia scowled into the darkness as Tiath used even a Flight as a lesson and demanded more from her.
With a sigh and roll of her eyes, V’lia decided it was easier to just glance at the shape beside her as her fingers lightly walked up the arm draped over her. “Wake up, darling,” she sang in a soft voice, preparing to twist and lean over to kiss her lover on the cheek or forehead but the moment was quickly ruined as she laughed and caught what her dragon had meant. It wasn’t V’ler that had won but the other occupant of the weyr and the one she had been there visiting—V’ra. It seemed Venseth had found some interest and put in a rare appearance for a Flight and won. She was willing to bet that among other reasons, he only entered when it was a sure win but V’lia couldn’t fault that logic.
Well, regardless of Venseth’s reasons, this was something new and unexpected and V’lia wasn’t quite sure how to proceed since V’ra was not only ranked above her by dragon but she was also her boss. Reviewing lesson plans was the reason she was even there to begin with.
