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!
27.Jul.12, 06:46 AM
Aveleth had been acting unusual, in the usual manner that indicated one thing to his rider; one of the blues favourite greens was coming into heat. Of course, Aveleth flew whenever Z'ia felt the need to spur him on, as was their way, but of his own choosing, Aveleth would fly after only two or three particular beasts. Getting the shy blew to chase after anyone else took a lot more effort on Z'ia's part than anyone was wont to know. He supposed he should be grateful there were a green or two that the dragon would chase without prompting, but honestly! Z'ia didn't know why he had to pick the three he did. Not the least of which was J'ver and his silly little dragon.
She is not silly! Aveleth's snowflake voice was suddenly icy, zipping through Z'ia's mind and causing the young man to roll his eyes. She is sweet, and precious and she will fly today. Go! Z'ia huffed and grumbled as he untangled himself from D'hys and tumbled out of bed, kicking the blanket along with him (it was about time D'hys got up anyway; it was well after Noon) and grumbled as he found a shirt, and his own pants. Still grumbling and muttering, Z'ia meandered his way out into the kitchen and set some Klah to heat, dumping a mug on the bench and rubbing a hand over his face as he waited.
"When?" He asked aloud, voice as irritable as his expression. Today. Aveleth's voice had gone back to it's usual mellow dreaminess and Z'ia could feel his bonded rise from where he'd been curled against Zeianth's back, the younger dragon flaring his wings lightly and then lifting off from the ground. "Where are you going?" To wait. "Brilliant," Z'ia rolled his eyes, realising he was going to be without a dragon to travel on for the remainder of the day. Bloody wonderful.
Of course, not being babysat by Aveleth for the remainder of the day should have offered up a multitude of opportunities. Instead, all Z'ia could feel was the countdown until the feisty female took to the skies. Sighing, he abandoned the warming Klah, Z'ia slipped back into the bedroom and leaned against the door frame. "Rilaleeyth is going to fly this evening, apparently." Z'ia didn't bother to further explain; D'hys was as well versed in Aveleth's strange affection for the little green as he was. Giving a mocking salute to D'hys, Z'ia made his way from hut to bathing house. He might not like J'ver, or enjoy winning the flights that had him bedding the greenrider, but he had his own set of standards to uphold, and winning a flight dirty was not one of them. Bath time!
Z'ia was drying his hair, a towel wrapped around his waist, when Rilaleeyth's challenge rang out. Where is he? Usually, the greenrider stuck to his own hut, but it was always wise to check fist. Z'ia had no desire to go galloping down to the man's hut if he was in the bathing room across the hall! Healer Hall ... What? Z'ia sighed as he heard Aveleth's unusually self assured bellow ring out in response, the dragon shooting into the skies after the timid green with wings flared and eyes fixated. Lust swirled around the edges of his mind as Z'ia tossed aside the towel he'd been using to dry his hair, and gripped the towel around his hips with one hand. No point putting his pants on. He'd only be taking them off in a few minutes anyway!
Slipping out of the room, and down the hall, Z'ia wove through the few people that were scattered around, entering for their evening bath or whatever they were up to. He didn't really care much as Aveleth's mind fought harder to meld with his own, the bluerider focusing more strongly on which foot to put in front of the other, and the hand holding his towel secure. It was both a lifetime and a breath before he reached the Healer Hall, shoving his way in and staring around blankly. A gasped question had him shoved in the right direction, and Z'ia shortly found himself outside the Master Healer boy's office.
"Evening, gentlemen," Z'ia purred, slipping up to J'ver on light feet, poised on his toes. He ignored Talian completely, as the object of his attentions was found and focused upon. Outside, Aveleth crooned sweetly as the evening air smoothed over his opaled blue hide; Rilaleeyth... A soft caress.
She is not silly! Aveleth's snowflake voice was suddenly icy, zipping through Z'ia's mind and causing the young man to roll his eyes. She is sweet, and precious and she will fly today. Go! Z'ia huffed and grumbled as he untangled himself from D'hys and tumbled out of bed, kicking the blanket along with him (it was about time D'hys got up anyway; it was well after Noon) and grumbled as he found a shirt, and his own pants. Still grumbling and muttering, Z'ia meandered his way out into the kitchen and set some Klah to heat, dumping a mug on the bench and rubbing a hand over his face as he waited.
"When?" He asked aloud, voice as irritable as his expression. Today. Aveleth's voice had gone back to it's usual mellow dreaminess and Z'ia could feel his bonded rise from where he'd been curled against Zeianth's back, the younger dragon flaring his wings lightly and then lifting off from the ground. "Where are you going?" To wait. "Brilliant," Z'ia rolled his eyes, realising he was going to be without a dragon to travel on for the remainder of the day. Bloody wonderful.
Of course, not being babysat by Aveleth for the remainder of the day should have offered up a multitude of opportunities. Instead, all Z'ia could feel was the countdown until the feisty female took to the skies. Sighing, he abandoned the warming Klah, Z'ia slipped back into the bedroom and leaned against the door frame. "Rilaleeyth is going to fly this evening, apparently." Z'ia didn't bother to further explain; D'hys was as well versed in Aveleth's strange affection for the little green as he was. Giving a mocking salute to D'hys, Z'ia made his way from hut to bathing house. He might not like J'ver, or enjoy winning the flights that had him bedding the greenrider, but he had his own set of standards to uphold, and winning a flight dirty was not one of them. Bath time!
Z'ia was drying his hair, a towel wrapped around his waist, when Rilaleeyth's challenge rang out. Where is he? Usually, the greenrider stuck to his own hut, but it was always wise to check fist. Z'ia had no desire to go galloping down to the man's hut if he was in the bathing room across the hall! Healer Hall ... What? Z'ia sighed as he heard Aveleth's unusually self assured bellow ring out in response, the dragon shooting into the skies after the timid green with wings flared and eyes fixated. Lust swirled around the edges of his mind as Z'ia tossed aside the towel he'd been using to dry his hair, and gripped the towel around his hips with one hand. No point putting his pants on. He'd only be taking them off in a few minutes anyway!
Slipping out of the room, and down the hall, Z'ia wove through the few people that were scattered around, entering for their evening bath or whatever they were up to. He didn't really care much as Aveleth's mind fought harder to meld with his own, the bluerider focusing more strongly on which foot to put in front of the other, and the hand holding his towel secure. It was both a lifetime and a breath before he reached the Healer Hall, shoving his way in and staring around blankly. A gasped question had him shoved in the right direction, and Z'ia shortly found himself outside the Master Healer boy's office.
"Evening, gentlemen," Z'ia purred, slipping up to J'ver on light feet, poised on his toes. He ignored Talian completely, as the object of his attentions was found and focused upon. Outside, Aveleth crooned sweetly as the evening air smoothed over his opaled blue hide; Rilaleeyth... A soft caress.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
