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!
29.Nov.12, 02:44 PM
It was late, well past the time she usually went to bed, but Rhaedalyn couldn’t sleep. It felt like she had managed a few hours of sleep but she woke suddenly at some point and continued to toss and turn, growing more and more frustrated at the lack of sleep and not knowing why she was so antsy and unable to drift back to dream land. Finally, she quietly dressed and since she needed something to do, grabbed the few plates accumulated in the room left by her roommate and herself, and slipped off to the Dining Hall to return them.
It almost felt like she was breaking a pile of rules as she moved through the quiet weyr with barely anyone in sight but so long as she didn’t get up to any mischief and attended her lessons, Rhaedalyn knew it wasn’t a crime to be out so late. That still didn’t mean she felt like she was being naughty and a little smile as she glanced around to see if she was being watched was given as soft steps brought her to her destination.
The door seemed noisier than usual and a couple of heads turned her way as she entered which Rhaedalyn smiled sheepishly at. She hadn’t been expecting people to still be up and socialising! It was nice though, knowing that others couldn’t sleep either; if they had even tried yet. It seemed some had been there for a while with the dishes and empty bottles around them. She left them all alone though, as she was simply there to return plates and hope the little stroll was enough to tire her once more to finish sleeping through the night.
Before she reached the back counter where the plates would be left for the kitchen staff to deal with, a familiar head of curls caught her attention. What was Z’ia still doing up? She had always imagined he was the type to snuggle in under the blankets around the same time she went to bed, or maybe a little after her, since he was obviously a protector and would stay awake long enough to make sure his mate was comfortable and not disturbed. Then he would slip under the blankets with her and curl in close, sharing each other’s body heat and taking silent pleasure in how they fit so well together.
Oh! She was daydreaming again. That really had to stop!
As she wondered why Z’ia was still awake, the answer came into view in the shape of the former Weyrsecond, S’kef. Why would those two meet? She couldn’t recall seeing them interact before tonight but maybe they were drinking buddies and did this regularly? Maybe it was over that slimy J’ver. Rhaedalyn knew Z’ia entered that flight and sometimes even won. Maybe S’kef didn’t like that and now that he was flaunting his love for that greenrider he wanted to make sure no one else won the flights again. That made sense. It seemed like it was going okay as well as neither man seemed angry, which was good! She didn’t want to imagine what her dear bluerider would look like with a black eye.
Pleased with the reasoning for the meeting of the two men – especially since it meant Z’ia would be in one less flight and with one less man – Rhaedalyn quickly dropped off the plates and headed back outside without saying a word. She didn’t want to bother them and she really hadn’t interacted with the others still inside before and figured tonight wasn’t the right night for such meetings. Who knew what they would think of a pretty young lady out late and socialising with men!
It almost felt like she was breaking a pile of rules as she moved through the quiet weyr with barely anyone in sight but so long as she didn’t get up to any mischief and attended her lessons, Rhaedalyn knew it wasn’t a crime to be out so late. That still didn’t mean she felt like she was being naughty and a little smile as she glanced around to see if she was being watched was given as soft steps brought her to her destination.
The door seemed noisier than usual and a couple of heads turned her way as she entered which Rhaedalyn smiled sheepishly at. She hadn’t been expecting people to still be up and socialising! It was nice though, knowing that others couldn’t sleep either; if they had even tried yet. It seemed some had been there for a while with the dishes and empty bottles around them. She left them all alone though, as she was simply there to return plates and hope the little stroll was enough to tire her once more to finish sleeping through the night.
Before she reached the back counter where the plates would be left for the kitchen staff to deal with, a familiar head of curls caught her attention. What was Z’ia still doing up? She had always imagined he was the type to snuggle in under the blankets around the same time she went to bed, or maybe a little after her, since he was obviously a protector and would stay awake long enough to make sure his mate was comfortable and not disturbed. Then he would slip under the blankets with her and curl in close, sharing each other’s body heat and taking silent pleasure in how they fit so well together.
Oh! She was daydreaming again. That really had to stop!
As she wondered why Z’ia was still awake, the answer came into view in the shape of the former Weyrsecond, S’kef. Why would those two meet? She couldn’t recall seeing them interact before tonight but maybe they were drinking buddies and did this regularly? Maybe it was over that slimy J’ver. Rhaedalyn knew Z’ia entered that flight and sometimes even won. Maybe S’kef didn’t like that and now that he was flaunting his love for that greenrider he wanted to make sure no one else won the flights again. That made sense. It seemed like it was going okay as well as neither man seemed angry, which was good! She didn’t want to imagine what her dear bluerider would look like with a black eye.
Pleased with the reasoning for the meeting of the two men – especially since it meant Z’ia would be in one less flight and with one less man – Rhaedalyn quickly dropped off the plates and headed back outside without saying a word. She didn’t want to bother them and she really hadn’t interacted with the others still inside before and figured tonight wasn’t the right night for such meetings. Who knew what they would think of a pretty young lady out late and socialising with men!
