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.May.22, 11:34 PM
Once again the spring air was beginning to warm somewhat, the promise of summer in the not so distant future tempting and inviting, even though the winds still chilled the woman. The last turn had been…interesting. The events it held, the people lost, the overall insanity had left a bitter taste in her mouth, and though things seemed to have calmed, a niggling sense of unease still haunted her from time to time. Most notably, it haunted her when those damned headaches came back. That poison that had left her unconscious and killed others still wreaked havoc on her head, though mercifully those seemed to be fewer and farther between.
Lassalla pulled the blanket tighter about her shoulders against the breeze, adjusting where she leaned back against one of the star stones. One hand reached out to push the bottles back into the shade, keeping the liquid inside from getting warm. Even if the air was cool, the direct light of the setting sun would still heat the liquid within if it were left to sit too long. The woman cast a narrowed gaze over at her gold, where the great creature preened against the bronze she’d grown rather fond of over the past months. Comfortable? She asked, raising an eyebrow. Neryseth didn’t dignify the one-word question with an answer, though, instead merely sprawling and opening her maw in a massive yawn.
The creature had insisted on spending the evening up on the fire heights, though why she’d insisted on her rider accompanying her, Lassalla could only guess. Though, based on the fact that the request also included the booze and juice as well as a couple of glasses, the woman guessed the request likely had something to do with the rider of the dragon she was currently canoodling with.
The footsteps approached from the other side of the stone, and a smile spread across the woman’s features. “Hello, K’dar.” She looked up, languid and calm, simply enjoying the light and the brisk evening air. The younger man had been good company over the past while. She’d appreciated his cooking, for sure. That Tiberuth had caught Neryseth in her last Flight… well that was just a bonus. She chuckled. “Tiberuth convince you to come check on me again?” Half-joking, Lassalla patted the spot next to her. Had it already been a turn since they shared a similar evening?
“Come, sit down. Have a drink. A little firelizard-“ Eyes landed meaningfully on the gold dragon for a moment, “-told me it might be a good idea to bring some juice to have with my rum tonight. You like this stuff better with something to mix it in, don't you?”
Lassalla pulled the blanket tighter about her shoulders against the breeze, adjusting where she leaned back against one of the star stones. One hand reached out to push the bottles back into the shade, keeping the liquid inside from getting warm. Even if the air was cool, the direct light of the setting sun would still heat the liquid within if it were left to sit too long. The woman cast a narrowed gaze over at her gold, where the great creature preened against the bronze she’d grown rather fond of over the past months. Comfortable? She asked, raising an eyebrow. Neryseth didn’t dignify the one-word question with an answer, though, instead merely sprawling and opening her maw in a massive yawn.
The creature had insisted on spending the evening up on the fire heights, though why she’d insisted on her rider accompanying her, Lassalla could only guess. Though, based on the fact that the request also included the booze and juice as well as a couple of glasses, the woman guessed the request likely had something to do with the rider of the dragon she was currently canoodling with.
The footsteps approached from the other side of the stone, and a smile spread across the woman’s features. “Hello, K’dar.” She looked up, languid and calm, simply enjoying the light and the brisk evening air. The younger man had been good company over the past while. She’d appreciated his cooking, for sure. That Tiberuth had caught Neryseth in her last Flight… well that was just a bonus. She chuckled. “Tiberuth convince you to come check on me again?” Half-joking, Lassalla patted the spot next to her. Had it already been a turn since they shared a similar evening?
“Come, sit down. Have a drink. A little firelizard-“ Eyes landed meaningfully on the gold dragon for a moment, “-told me it might be a good idea to bring some juice to have with my rum tonight. You like this stuff better with something to mix it in, don't you?”
