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!
10.Sep.23, 01:01 PM
Mylorah stifled a yawn as she waved to the bronze pair departing from her ledge. It was late, or early depending on perspective, and she had invited them to stay until dawn, but T'drin had wanted to head out. No doubt he wanted his own bed and bath or maybe he had a lover she wasn't aware of waiting for him. Or maybe he was being a gentleman and didn't want to keep Tazikel from his own bed any longer than he already had.
Another yawn before Mylorah pulled the robe tighter around her body. She had only donned it for the slight chill that night had more than for avoiding nudity on the ledge. Once the bronze popped out of sight, Mylorah headed back in to congratulate Amagrith in person while they caught up on the day with cuddling and checking over for any wounds. Amagrith looked no worse for wear, but Mylorah could already see a few bruises surfacing and feel a few aches settling in. A bath would help with that and clean her up before Tazikel returned home.
As she headed back inside, Mylorah laughed at the state of the weyr. A few things had been knocked around from the Flight hopefuls and some of them had left some clothing behind. At least they had all cleared out already so she wouldn't have to worry about Tazikel returning to extra men lingering about. He would have to deal with a mess, however, as she simply wasn't in a mood to clean anything other than herself.
She cut through the bedroom, dropping the robe as she went, and quickly slid into the hot water with a sigh. The linens probably should have been changed first and while she could hear F'drel yelling at her about it in her head, Mylorah ignored it. Again, a problem for later. She had just had her first Flight! The winner was someone she liked and Amagrith didn't receive any injuries. Nothing else was important and she had earned a moment to relax and reflect.
Although that reflecting turned to the other men in her life. She recalled L'ri joining the Flight and wondered where he ended up. He likely stubbornly walked to his wife and introduced her to Flight lust fun. And then there was Tazikel. Had he managed to leave when the Flight started and hide out with Kor'is? She vaguely remembered him lingering for a time in shock or curiosity, but when did he leave and when would he be back? It was selfish of her, but Mylorah hoped it would be soon so they could snuggle up together and swap stories. It was tempting to have Amagrith ask Seravath where he was and to send him home, but she didn't want to risk waking him or ruining his good time. It seemed her fate that night would be a bath and going to bed alone-- something she wasn't really used to anymore.
Another yawn before Mylorah pulled the robe tighter around her body. She had only donned it for the slight chill that night had more than for avoiding nudity on the ledge. Once the bronze popped out of sight, Mylorah headed back in to congratulate Amagrith in person while they caught up on the day with cuddling and checking over for any wounds. Amagrith looked no worse for wear, but Mylorah could already see a few bruises surfacing and feel a few aches settling in. A bath would help with that and clean her up before Tazikel returned home.
As she headed back inside, Mylorah laughed at the state of the weyr. A few things had been knocked around from the Flight hopefuls and some of them had left some clothing behind. At least they had all cleared out already so she wouldn't have to worry about Tazikel returning to extra men lingering about. He would have to deal with a mess, however, as she simply wasn't in a mood to clean anything other than herself.
She cut through the bedroom, dropping the robe as she went, and quickly slid into the hot water with a sigh. The linens probably should have been changed first and while she could hear F'drel yelling at her about it in her head, Mylorah ignored it. Again, a problem for later. She had just had her first Flight! The winner was someone she liked and Amagrith didn't receive any injuries. Nothing else was important and she had earned a moment to relax and reflect.
Although that reflecting turned to the other men in her life. She recalled L'ri joining the Flight and wondered where he ended up. He likely stubbornly walked to his wife and introduced her to Flight lust fun. And then there was Tazikel. Had he managed to leave when the Flight started and hide out with Kor'is? She vaguely remembered him lingering for a time in shock or curiosity, but when did he leave and when would he be back? It was selfish of her, but Mylorah hoped it would be soon so they could snuggle up together and swap stories. It was tempting to have Amagrith ask Seravath where he was and to send him home, but she didn't want to risk waking him or ruining his good time. It seemed her fate that night would be a bath and going to bed alone-- something she wasn't really used to anymore.
