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!
18.Aug.12, 08:14 AM
A word of thanks from J'ver probably would have sent the young bluerider into cardiac arrest; he didn't do anything to deserve a note of thanks. The bare fact was that he didn't desire J'ver so he didn't demand more: the story had been different with other greens. Their playful banter the two shared was another thing, the words familiar and easy, and it had surprised Z'ia how not awkward coming into his own mind and seeing the greenrider had been, both the first time and those that followed. Their flight induced friendship was catty and playful and completely forgotten until the next time they woke up together. Z'ia enjoyed it, and found it refreshing. It was certainly much more preferable than the dewy eyed greenriders that decided you were their One True Love until you either broke their heart or their silly minx took to the skies again.
Z'ia gave a snigger of amusement at the dig at B'jin. That was one green the young man hadn't yet managed to get Aveleth to chase properly. The young blue was luck lustre at the best of times, and Z'ia hadn't yet had much luck getting him to actually put in after Larrikith. She is Ayyonth's, Aveleth put in quietly, his voice mild and whispery. Z'ia's eyebrow arched upward. Is not Rilaleeyth Tyrrisath's? Only when she wishes to be.
"That too," Z'ia smirked, letting his dragon's strange logic go without a fight. What did it matter, either way? Winning was always nice and he was pretty sure he won at least one in five of Rilaleeyth's flights. Maybe more, which when he stopped to think on it, was rather interesting... Speaking of interesting. Z'ia's lips twisted into a smug smirk as J'ver with satisfaction. "Clearly," he purred huskily, green eyes sparkling as he leaned up to steal a kiss, a firm hand on the back of J'ver's neck refusing the greenrider an immediate escape. His eyes were bright with mischief, the action taken only to rile up J'ver for no other reason than to amuse himself.
Aveleth allowed Rilaleeyth's gentle words without fight, but his quiet gaze was less than reassured as she snuggled up close beside him. He wanted to believe her when she said that Tyrrisath would not harm her, for dragons were not generally violent beasts and Aveleth had difficulty seeing one attack another. But there were other ways to hurt someone than to attack them! Feeling it would be pointless to bother the pretty green by stressing his worry, Aveleth simply nuzzled her gently and mentally frowned at the spike of playful abandon in Z'ia's emotions. A sigh escaped the dragon, and he looked sadly at Rilaleeyth.
He has no idea how to behave, Aveleth said meekly.
Z'ia gave a snigger of amusement at the dig at B'jin. That was one green the young man hadn't yet managed to get Aveleth to chase properly. The young blue was luck lustre at the best of times, and Z'ia hadn't yet had much luck getting him to actually put in after Larrikith. She is Ayyonth's, Aveleth put in quietly, his voice mild and whispery. Z'ia's eyebrow arched upward. Is not Rilaleeyth Tyrrisath's? Only when she wishes to be.
"That too," Z'ia smirked, letting his dragon's strange logic go without a fight. What did it matter, either way? Winning was always nice and he was pretty sure he won at least one in five of Rilaleeyth's flights. Maybe more, which when he stopped to think on it, was rather interesting... Speaking of interesting. Z'ia's lips twisted into a smug smirk as J'ver with satisfaction. "Clearly," he purred huskily, green eyes sparkling as he leaned up to steal a kiss, a firm hand on the back of J'ver's neck refusing the greenrider an immediate escape. His eyes were bright with mischief, the action taken only to rile up J'ver for no other reason than to amuse himself.
Aveleth allowed Rilaleeyth's gentle words without fight, but his quiet gaze was less than reassured as she snuggled up close beside him. He wanted to believe her when she said that Tyrrisath would not harm her, for dragons were not generally violent beasts and Aveleth had difficulty seeing one attack another. But there were other ways to hurt someone than to attack them! Feeling it would be pointless to bother the pretty green by stressing his worry, Aveleth simply nuzzled her gently and mentally frowned at the spike of playful abandon in Z'ia's emotions. A sigh escaped the dragon, and he looked sadly at Rilaleeyth.
He has no idea how to behave, Aveleth said meekly.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
