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, 10:42 AM
The wakeup call wasn’t really heard, but the laughter was and Indivara stirred with a soft moan, her eyebrows furrowing her scarred features together as her eyes fluttered open. The headache she’d been trying to ignore while they worked on lesson planning was gone, and she had that languid, relaxed feeling through her body that she didn’t feel very often. It took the purring satisfaction coming from her dragon to realise he had won a Flight, and she resisted the urge to groan out loud. Instead, Indivara was trying to figure out how she would sneak away from her impromptu bed mate, when her brain caught up to the fact that someone had spoken. And had laughed.
Indivara’s eyes flashed open, and she stared up at the dark shadow above her, jerking sideways on the bed slightly at the proximity. She could see the whites of the greenrider’s eyes catching what little light was available in the dark room. Indivara’s nostrils flared as she took in a calming breath; she didn’t particularly enjoy waking up to people looming over her, but was reassured by the darkness. Indivara was still painfully shy about people who were not Val (and honestly, sometimes even Val) seeing her scarring. At least in the lightless confines of the bedroom, there was no way for her companion to see anything interesting.
“Hello, Vessaelia,” Indivara drawled, pulling the bedding with her as she sat up; she didn’t take it away from V’lia so much as she made sure her own chest and lap were covered. Just because the other woman wouldn’t be able to see anything in detail didn’t mean Indivara was at all interested in flashing her tits around. Indivara gave an irritated sigh, and leaned over, realising as she did so that she was on Val’s side of the bed, not her own. She fumbled with the draw to his beside table, and finally pulled out a small glowing stone. It didn’t light up much by itself, but it did cast enough light that they would be able to find their clothing. Or at least, V’lia would be able to find hers, since Indivara didn’t plan to move until the other woman was gone.
I really don’t think she’s interested in gawking at you, love. Venseth said mildly, and Indivara frowned at nothing as she laid the stone on the pillow that was hers, but was by V’lia. Her hand then moved to comb her hair back from her face; the long strands were a tangled mess, and it took her a moment to fish out the leather tie that was trying to keep doing its job by pulling her hair back. Released, the long black strands helped cover her shoulders and upper back, and Indivara felt much more comfortable with the extra layer of protection from prying eyes.
Indivara’s own gaze shifted to look around the room; with the added light source, she could see more of the area and her nose crinkled at the mess. Granted, it wasn’t nearly as bad as it could have been, but it was hardly the tidy room it usually was, either – though she was hardly tidy herself, it was mostly Val that kept things organised. She wondered idly how many other riders Val had had to corral out of their home. Had Veeth given chase? He usually did. Did that mean Val had found himself a lover while the girls were busy celebrating their dragon’s entanglement? Indivara’s lips pursed slightly.
Veeth Chased, Venseth said lightly, and Indivara could hear the fondness her blue had for his companion, combined with his gentle regret at the elder blue not winning, mingled with his own pride at capturing Tiath. Venseth didn’t say one way or the other, which left Indivara wondering if Veeth had gone to find companionship at someone else’s weyr that didn’t include the green he hadn’t won, or if he was sulking on the other side of the ledge. And V’ler is at his desk. Indivara blinked.
Venseth didn’t know if his human’s mate had found companionship while he was busy winning the lovely Tiath, but he did know that there were no other visitors in their home, now, and he gently soothed the jealous irritation that was spiking off his rider. She did her best to ignore it, and hide it even from herself, but Venseth wasn’t stupid, and knew it upset her a great deal when V'ler slept with other people. It didn’t matter if it was because Veeth won – that was to be expected, and V’ra accepted such things with unusual grace – but when Veeth didn’t win, and V’ler slept with someone who wasn’t Indivara, the woman got… snippy.
“Well,” Indivara said at last, turning her attention back to V’lia with an arched eyebrow, “You could have done worse. Some greens Fly every other month.” Indivara was so glad she wasn’t a greenrider, but she was especially glad she wasn’t bonded to a green like that. Or a Veeth. She didn’t know how Val kept from going insane with how often the little blue dragon would take off after another pretty tail. Venseth was a nice, relaxed dragon. He gave chase occasionally, but usually only when he really felt that special itch.
Indivara’s eyes flashed open, and she stared up at the dark shadow above her, jerking sideways on the bed slightly at the proximity. She could see the whites of the greenrider’s eyes catching what little light was available in the dark room. Indivara’s nostrils flared as she took in a calming breath; she didn’t particularly enjoy waking up to people looming over her, but was reassured by the darkness. Indivara was still painfully shy about people who were not Val (and honestly, sometimes even Val) seeing her scarring. At least in the lightless confines of the bedroom, there was no way for her companion to see anything interesting.
“Hello, Vessaelia,” Indivara drawled, pulling the bedding with her as she sat up; she didn’t take it away from V’lia so much as she made sure her own chest and lap were covered. Just because the other woman wouldn’t be able to see anything in detail didn’t mean Indivara was at all interested in flashing her tits around. Indivara gave an irritated sigh, and leaned over, realising as she did so that she was on Val’s side of the bed, not her own. She fumbled with the draw to his beside table, and finally pulled out a small glowing stone. It didn’t light up much by itself, but it did cast enough light that they would be able to find their clothing. Or at least, V’lia would be able to find hers, since Indivara didn’t plan to move until the other woman was gone.
Indivara’s own gaze shifted to look around the room; with the added light source, she could see more of the area and her nose crinkled at the mess. Granted, it wasn’t nearly as bad as it could have been, but it was hardly the tidy room it usually was, either – though she was hardly tidy herself, it was mostly Val that kept things organised. She wondered idly how many other riders Val had had to corral out of their home. Had Veeth given chase? He usually did. Did that mean Val had found himself a lover while the girls were busy celebrating their dragon’s entanglement? Indivara’s lips pursed slightly.
Venseth didn’t know if his human’s mate had found companionship while he was busy winning the lovely Tiath, but he did know that there were no other visitors in their home, now, and he gently soothed the jealous irritation that was spiking off his rider. She did her best to ignore it, and hide it even from herself, but Venseth wasn’t stupid, and knew it upset her a great deal when V'ler slept with other people. It didn’t matter if it was because Veeth won – that was to be expected, and V’ra accepted such things with unusual grace – but when Veeth didn’t win, and V’ler slept with someone who wasn’t Indivara, the woman got… snippy.
“Well,” Indivara said at last, turning her attention back to V’lia with an arched eyebrow, “You could have done worse. Some greens Fly every other month.” Indivara was so glad she wasn’t a greenrider, but she was especially glad she wasn’t bonded to a green like that. Or a Veeth. She didn’t know how Val kept from going insane with how often the little blue dragon would take off after another pretty tail. Venseth was a nice, relaxed dragon. He gave chase occasionally, but usually only when he really felt that special itch.
