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!
02.Aug.22, 03:02 AM
A few weeks had passed since Malvayth’s Flight, which meant a few weeks had passed since N’reh had had somewhat ill-advised sex with a Flight drunk Cazelarias, who was being extremely normal about the whole thing. As extremely normal as a red dragon.
N’reh couldn’t figure it out. Sometimes Caze was blushy and nervously reaching out to hold his hand—even gave N’reh the cutest pathetic look if he tried to pull his hand away or something—and then sometimes it was as if Cazelarias found it unbearable to even be in the same room with him. N’reh didn’t think Caze was actually upset with him or anything—he had been worried about that, at first, since he’d maybe a teensy weensy bit taken advantage of him during the Flight—but it was incredibly frustrating some days.
He liked Caze! He really, really did—otherwise he’d have thrown his hands in the air and given up turns ago. But N’reh didn’t understand him. At all. Maybe there was something about being raised a Holder that irrevocably fucked up a person’s ability to be normal about sex. Except that couldn’t totally be true, there were plenty of Searched weyrfolk who were pretty normal about sex and relationships. Or at least, normal enough a weyrbrat like N’reh couldn’t tell the difference.
Cazan, for example, grew up the same way as Cazelarias—worse, even, Holders were even weirder about women having sex—but she was a lot more normal about sex. Really embraced the dragonrider way of life, one could say. But her twin didn’t seem to have the same adaptability. Which honestly was endearing about Caze when it wasn’t driving N’reh up the wall. He could only take so many mixed signals, okay? And ever since they’d had sex the one time N’reh was having a harder and harder time not yet getting to do it again.
Ugh.
In an attempt not to do anything stupid, N’reh thought he might be well served to talk to Cazan. She was the number one expert on all things Cazelarias, after all. N’reh thought he might be number two at this point, at least in the Weyrs, but her experience far outstripped his.
So decided, N’reh stopped by Cazan’s workroom at a time he knew she might be there. Luckily, she was in, and not joined by anyone else being measured or modeling any pieces. Whew. N’reh would have asked Cazan to chat privately, but this was better.
“Hey, Caz, you have a minute?” he asked after knocking on the slightly open door. Once she gave an affirmative answer, he stepped inside and leaned against the nearest surface not covered in what appeared to be active projects. He stayed quiet a minute, trying to collect his thoughts into a coherent opening phrase that wasn’t “so I fucked your brother and would like to do so again.”
Instead, he went with: “So, uh, I assume Caze talked to you? About Mal’s Flight. And stuff.”
Nailed it.
N’reh couldn’t figure it out. Sometimes Caze was blushy and nervously reaching out to hold his hand—even gave N’reh the cutest pathetic look if he tried to pull his hand away or something—and then sometimes it was as if Cazelarias found it unbearable to even be in the same room with him. N’reh didn’t think Caze was actually upset with him or anything—he had been worried about that, at first, since he’d maybe a teensy weensy bit taken advantage of him during the Flight—but it was incredibly frustrating some days.
He liked Caze! He really, really did—otherwise he’d have thrown his hands in the air and given up turns ago. But N’reh didn’t understand him. At all. Maybe there was something about being raised a Holder that irrevocably fucked up a person’s ability to be normal about sex. Except that couldn’t totally be true, there were plenty of Searched weyrfolk who were pretty normal about sex and relationships. Or at least, normal enough a weyrbrat like N’reh couldn’t tell the difference.
Cazan, for example, grew up the same way as Cazelarias—worse, even, Holders were even weirder about women having sex—but she was a lot more normal about sex. Really embraced the dragonrider way of life, one could say. But her twin didn’t seem to have the same adaptability. Which honestly was endearing about Caze when it wasn’t driving N’reh up the wall. He could only take so many mixed signals, okay? And ever since they’d had sex the one time N’reh was having a harder and harder time not yet getting to do it again.
Ugh.
In an attempt not to do anything stupid, N’reh thought he might be well served to talk to Cazan. She was the number one expert on all things Cazelarias, after all. N’reh thought he might be number two at this point, at least in the Weyrs, but her experience far outstripped his.
So decided, N’reh stopped by Cazan’s workroom at a time he knew she might be there. Luckily, she was in, and not joined by anyone else being measured or modeling any pieces. Whew. N’reh would have asked Cazan to chat privately, but this was better.
“Hey, Caz, you have a minute?” he asked after knocking on the slightly open door. Once she gave an affirmative answer, he stepped inside and leaned against the nearest surface not covered in what appeared to be active projects. He stayed quiet a minute, trying to collect his thoughts into a coherent opening phrase that wasn’t “so I fucked your brother and would like to do so again.”
Instead, he went with: “So, uh, I assume Caze talked to you? About Mal’s Flight. And stuff.”
Nailed it.
