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!
25.Nov.12, 11:09 AM
The quiet response from the brownrider had the firelizard's young wings flare out, stretching in an unintentional display as Z'ia gave a mild nod. Dark green eyes studied the brownrider as he watched the wine glass slide toward him neatly on a piece of folded paper. An eyebrow twitched slightly in curiosity, even as the tiny bluerider sat himself down in the seat facing the glass. The glass was picked up delicately and a sip taken. The paper was picked up and put into his pocket for the moment, gaze shifting to meet the brownrider's with calculating curiosity.
"Yes," the single word was drawled out slightly, almost cautious as Z'ia took another sip of the wine before placing the glass down and folding his hands before him, fingers laced together on the table top. On his shoulder, Plague eyed S'kef with a tilted head, her eye swirling through various colours as her empathy picked up pieces of her human's emotions. Her poisonous green tail slowly released from Z'ia's neck, and the little creature slid delicately down the blueriders arm and slipped onto the table. The baby creature stared at S'kef, even as Z'ia's solid gaze didn't waver from the brownrider's face. After a moment, she sat down delicately, still staring.
"You wished to speak with me?" His voice was a low murmur, even as one hand untangled from the other and his fingers flickered lightly over the breast pocket of his jacket. Z'ia wasn't quite sure if he should read the sheet then, or if S'kef would prefer he do so in the privacy of his own hut. Rilaleeyth had not given away anything to Aveleth, though Z'ia had not expected anything in depth, even after the mild announcement that S'kef was expecting him. He spent little enough time around the greenrider in question, and both dragons involved were far too delicate to handle most anything that went on in either of their bonded's lives; so easily spooked, so easily upset. No, whatever the brownrider wanted with him hadn't been passed on via the dragons and never would be.
Z'ia would have questioned the knowledge J'ver had on the topic that would bring him to S'kef's attention, but he knew better. J'ver was a slippery little bugger, but he'd seen enough of the recent interaction between S'kef and J'ver to know both men were invested in each other, perhaps more than a lot of others were aware. Of course, Z'ia had also picked up some of the up-play in mild areas, though he paid that little mind. He'd been more surprised at their denying of any relationship than he had at the acknowledgement of their relationship. Tyrrisath flew Rilaleeyth too regularly for anything else. Z'ia's lips twitched at the corner -- a few more flights a turn and he could probably claim A'liran as a 'mate'. Now wouldn't that be fun?
"Yes," the single word was drawled out slightly, almost cautious as Z'ia took another sip of the wine before placing the glass down and folding his hands before him, fingers laced together on the table top. On his shoulder, Plague eyed S'kef with a tilted head, her eye swirling through various colours as her empathy picked up pieces of her human's emotions. Her poisonous green tail slowly released from Z'ia's neck, and the little creature slid delicately down the blueriders arm and slipped onto the table. The baby creature stared at S'kef, even as Z'ia's solid gaze didn't waver from the brownrider's face. After a moment, she sat down delicately, still staring.
"You wished to speak with me?" His voice was a low murmur, even as one hand untangled from the other and his fingers flickered lightly over the breast pocket of his jacket. Z'ia wasn't quite sure if he should read the sheet then, or if S'kef would prefer he do so in the privacy of his own hut. Rilaleeyth had not given away anything to Aveleth, though Z'ia had not expected anything in depth, even after the mild announcement that S'kef was expecting him. He spent little enough time around the greenrider in question, and both dragons involved were far too delicate to handle most anything that went on in either of their bonded's lives; so easily spooked, so easily upset. No, whatever the brownrider wanted with him hadn't been passed on via the dragons and never would be.
Z'ia would have questioned the knowledge J'ver had on the topic that would bring him to S'kef's attention, but he knew better. J'ver was a slippery little bugger, but he'd seen enough of the recent interaction between S'kef and J'ver to know both men were invested in each other, perhaps more than a lot of others were aware. Of course, Z'ia had also picked up some of the up-play in mild areas, though he paid that little mind. He'd been more surprised at their denying of any relationship than he had at the acknowledgement of their relationship. Tyrrisath flew Rilaleeyth too regularly for anything else. Z'ia's lips twitched at the corner -- a few more flights a turn and he could probably claim A'liran as a 'mate'. Now wouldn't that be fun?
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
