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!
21.Jul.13, 08:02 AM
Indivara took a deep breath, and sighed it out in a long, drawn out breath. She rubbed a hand over her face before turning to look at Ryvian with an irritable snort. “Because you’re exhausting!” She ground out, the glare she levelled on the young man just daring him to twist her words and give her another reason to hit him… Not that he had not given her enough already, and Indivara supposed she could start hitting him now and it would not surprise him, but he was right. She was exhausted and hitting him was a waste of energy. Next week would be soon enough!
Her expression altered at his invitation, several emotions flickering over her features with their usual clarity. Suspicion was, of course, at the top of the list as blue eyes narrowed slightly while she watched him, unsure how much she trusted him to keep his word about being good. A flash of disappointment – she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted him to behave himself – but also irritation. In part, aimed at the previous disappointment, he was, after all, just talking and she did not need nor want him taking pity on her any more than she was willing to be one of those types. The fact that flight mothing was essentially a type of pity-sex in and of itself was blatantly ignored by the girl. She did not do pity sex!
Resignation was the expression that settled on her features, and she slumped where she was sitting. “Okay.” She paused for a moment before turning and shoving Ryvian to tempt him into moving across a bit, unwilling to crawl across him, and curled up against his side and the edge of the bed. “You have to stand with me.” Indivara’s voice was a soft murmur, more sulky than demanding. She was not allowed to stand at every clutch, so he’d only have to stand once every couple of turns! She’d never admit it, of course, but Indivara was somewhat intimidated by standing, after the last time she was on the Sands, and seeing the little bronze at the latest hatching go spastic. Indivara was not quite sure she had what it took not to freak out if one came in her direction. Sad, to be scared of the one colour she wanted.
Her expression altered at his invitation, several emotions flickering over her features with their usual clarity. Suspicion was, of course, at the top of the list as blue eyes narrowed slightly while she watched him, unsure how much she trusted him to keep his word about being good. A flash of disappointment – she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted him to behave himself – but also irritation. In part, aimed at the previous disappointment, he was, after all, just talking and she did not need nor want him taking pity on her any more than she was willing to be one of those types. The fact that flight mothing was essentially a type of pity-sex in and of itself was blatantly ignored by the girl. She did not do pity sex!
Resignation was the expression that settled on her features, and she slumped where she was sitting. “Okay.” She paused for a moment before turning and shoving Ryvian to tempt him into moving across a bit, unwilling to crawl across him, and curled up against his side and the edge of the bed. “You have to stand with me.” Indivara’s voice was a soft murmur, more sulky than demanding. She was not allowed to stand at every clutch, so he’d only have to stand once every couple of turns! She’d never admit it, of course, but Indivara was somewhat intimidated by standing, after the last time she was on the Sands, and seeing the little bronze at the latest hatching go spastic. Indivara was not quite sure she had what it took not to freak out if one came in her direction. Sad, to be scared of the one colour she wanted.
