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.Jul.22, 02:38 AM
The air burned in Neryseth’s throat and lungs, like the crisp chill of winter, even in the heat. It was invigorating, tingling, and it spurred the gold to move higher and higher into the sky. Her suitors followed behind her, Tiberuth, even in his scarred and still recovering state, among them. They were powerful, strong, determined… determined to catch her! Ha! Of course they were, she was the best! The entire Weyr was watching her and any who wished to answer her call. Neryseth roared in challenge and joy. She was the golden jewel of Telgar this afternoon! She was the most beautiful gold in the Weyr, on Pern! Her hide gleamed like Rukbat itself!
With a defiant, proud bugle, Neryseth tossed her head, but the movement was slower, more sluggish than she’d expected. Angry at her fuzzy, heavy head, she hissed, tucking a wing and rolling to one side, blinking furiously to clear her fuzzy vision. It didn’t matter. Not now. She would still Fly all the way to the horizon, and only the most worthy would be able to capture her. Powerful wings scooped the air, propelling her higher, higher into the sky, and the gold dragon’s chest heaved with each quick, labored breath of the thinning air. Oh, this was so much fun! How she had missed this! It was a wonder she’d waited so long for her rider —oh her dear, sweet rider,— to feel well before she had taken to the skies once more! Her rider was strong, capable. She could simply deal with it.
***
With the mental shove from the gold, Lassalla blinked brown eyes as the unfamiliar feeling of such absolute, unflappable elation and determination that washed down the bond she shared with her gold. Neryseth was confident, but this was…this was different. Something was different. It was—
Meaningless. At the moment, at least. As quick as the feeling was there, it was gone, like a shadow caught from the corner of her vision, and she found herself seeking to satisfy the tingling and desire flooding her own senses. Despite the summer heat, goosebumps pricked her skin as a ghost of icy chill danced in throat, lungs and veins. She needed warmth, she needed feeling, sensation, to fight the unpleasant distraction that the tingling proved to be. Hot-cold?-lips sought those of another, but flightlust-hazed mind wasn’t sure who. He was close, and that was all that she cared about.
A smile curled the woman’s lips as she finally recognized K’dar through the fog that slowly engulfed her mind. Hm… Neryseth did seem to fancy Tiberuth. A part of the woman’s mind willed the gold onward, upward, faster and farther in her Flight as she discarded her tunic, reaching for the bronzerider and pressing hungry kisses to his lips and jaw.
***
The sun’s rays caressed the gold dragon’s hide, and Neryseth trumpeted her joy at it. Oh, the warmth… the warmth was absolutely glorious! How was it that such a warm day had begun to chill her to her very bones? She banked and turned upward sharply, letting the sunlight warm her chest and belly, wings outspread to catch all of the heat she could before she tucked one to her back and wheeled to the side. Again, the movement was slower than she’d wanted, and she roared her defiance at the clumsiness she displayed but certainly didn’t feel.
A look was cast back at her chasers, at Tiberuth, and crimson and indigo orbs blinked as, for a moment, the gold seemed to be cast into a twilight evening. Darkness danced across her vision, and a mighty shake of her head was given, intended to keep it at bay. Instead, her entire body shook, rocking with the effort. In that moment, something, -someone,- appeared from the dimmed edges of her vision, making possessive contact, and Neryseth shrieked in delight as Tiberuth tangled himself around her.
With a defiant, proud bugle, Neryseth tossed her head, but the movement was slower, more sluggish than she’d expected. Angry at her fuzzy, heavy head, she hissed, tucking a wing and rolling to one side, blinking furiously to clear her fuzzy vision. It didn’t matter. Not now. She would still Fly all the way to the horizon, and only the most worthy would be able to capture her. Powerful wings scooped the air, propelling her higher, higher into the sky, and the gold dragon’s chest heaved with each quick, labored breath of the thinning air. Oh, this was so much fun! How she had missed this! It was a wonder she’d waited so long for her rider —oh her dear, sweet rider,— to feel well before she had taken to the skies once more! Her rider was strong, capable. She could simply deal with it.
***
With the mental shove from the gold, Lassalla blinked brown eyes as the unfamiliar feeling of such absolute, unflappable elation and determination that washed down the bond she shared with her gold. Neryseth was confident, but this was…this was different. Something was different. It was—
Meaningless. At the moment, at least. As quick as the feeling was there, it was gone, like a shadow caught from the corner of her vision, and she found herself seeking to satisfy the tingling and desire flooding her own senses. Despite the summer heat, goosebumps pricked her skin as a ghost of icy chill danced in throat, lungs and veins. She needed warmth, she needed feeling, sensation, to fight the unpleasant distraction that the tingling proved to be. Hot-cold?-lips sought those of another, but flightlust-hazed mind wasn’t sure who. He was close, and that was all that she cared about.
A smile curled the woman’s lips as she finally recognized K’dar through the fog that slowly engulfed her mind. Hm… Neryseth did seem to fancy Tiberuth. A part of the woman’s mind willed the gold onward, upward, faster and farther in her Flight as she discarded her tunic, reaching for the bronzerider and pressing hungry kisses to his lips and jaw.
***
The sun’s rays caressed the gold dragon’s hide, and Neryseth trumpeted her joy at it. Oh, the warmth… the warmth was absolutely glorious! How was it that such a warm day had begun to chill her to her very bones? She banked and turned upward sharply, letting the sunlight warm her chest and belly, wings outspread to catch all of the heat she could before she tucked one to her back and wheeled to the side. Again, the movement was slower than she’d wanted, and she roared her defiance at the clumsiness she displayed but certainly didn’t feel.
A look was cast back at her chasers, at Tiberuth, and crimson and indigo orbs blinked as, for a moment, the gold seemed to be cast into a twilight evening. Darkness danced across her vision, and a mighty shake of her head was given, intended to keep it at bay. Instead, her entire body shook, rocking with the effort. In that moment, something, -someone,- appeared from the dimmed edges of her vision, making possessive contact, and Neryseth shrieked in delight as Tiberuth tangled himself around her.
