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!
15.Mar.12, 06:52 AM
I'shan's words didn't surprise N'gelt in the least, though he barely even registered them as he watched the final five strikes. He gave a short nod of approval, seeing how much effort S'kef was putting into them and the resulting blood and reactions from B'jin. He placed his hand on I'shan's shoulder, it was the most affectionate move he had made in public so far. To be fair, he knew practically nobody would notice it but himself given that everyone was focused on the lashings.
Ilveriath's voice in his mind was a shock, it wasn't often that dragons bespoke him, even with some of the rather vocal ones throughout the Weyr. It was wispy and flowery, the kind of voice you could fall asleep to. In a way it was like Saquith's, though it lacked the almost-femininity that his Brown's had. The gloom and dryness that overrode his otherwise pleasant voice along with what he said caused N'gelt to pull his lips into a thin line. B'jin was I'shan's friend? As far as he knew, I'shan mainly befriended other Blueriders, or at least, they were the only ones he mentioned or saw when N'gelt was around. This reveal that his lover was friends with a Greenrider was quickly forgotten as Ilveriath continued to talk.
Leaning down slightly N'gelt pressed his lips against his ear, whispering ever so softly to him. "You won't get lashed. Trust me." It was a promise to I'shan, even though he didn't explicitly state it.
The sound of S'kef's voice calling out 'twenty' made N'gelt bring his head back up, eagerly seeking out the back of the lashed rider. The gruesome sight that greeted his eyes made him smirk, he would receive no such wounds and nor would I'shan. N'gelt let his hand drop from I'shan's shoulder now that the brunt of the event was over, watching as S'kef approached them. "Hello S'kef," he greeted. His eyes watched the whip as it pointed at him, no, at I'shan, narrowing as he heard the threat. "He won't be seeing you anytime soon." N'gelt responded evenly. There was no threat in his voice, but it was clear that he expected I'shan to keep his sense about him. Unlike N'gelt, S'kef's dislike of Greens bled over to Blues, one of the few downsides he perceived of the Weyrsecond.
As soon as S'kef had left them, N'gelt wrapped his arm forcefully around I'shan's waist. "Let's go." He growled, not allowing I'shan any choice in the matter as he steered them out of the crowd and away from the threatening Weyrsecond.
Ilveriath's voice in his mind was a shock, it wasn't often that dragons bespoke him, even with some of the rather vocal ones throughout the Weyr. It was wispy and flowery, the kind of voice you could fall asleep to. In a way it was like Saquith's, though it lacked the almost-femininity that his Brown's had. The gloom and dryness that overrode his otherwise pleasant voice along with what he said caused N'gelt to pull his lips into a thin line. B'jin was I'shan's friend? As far as he knew, I'shan mainly befriended other Blueriders, or at least, they were the only ones he mentioned or saw when N'gelt was around. This reveal that his lover was friends with a Greenrider was quickly forgotten as Ilveriath continued to talk.
Leaning down slightly N'gelt pressed his lips against his ear, whispering ever so softly to him. "You won't get lashed. Trust me." It was a promise to I'shan, even though he didn't explicitly state it.
The sound of S'kef's voice calling out 'twenty' made N'gelt bring his head back up, eagerly seeking out the back of the lashed rider. The gruesome sight that greeted his eyes made him smirk, he would receive no such wounds and nor would I'shan. N'gelt let his hand drop from I'shan's shoulder now that the brunt of the event was over, watching as S'kef approached them. "Hello S'kef," he greeted. His eyes watched the whip as it pointed at him, no, at I'shan, narrowing as he heard the threat. "He won't be seeing you anytime soon." N'gelt responded evenly. There was no threat in his voice, but it was clear that he expected I'shan to keep his sense about him. Unlike N'gelt, S'kef's dislike of Greens bled over to Blues, one of the few downsides he perceived of the Weyrsecond.
As soon as S'kef had left them, N'gelt wrapped his arm forcefully around I'shan's waist. "Let's go." He growled, not allowing I'shan any choice in the matter as he steered them out of the crowd and away from the threatening Weyrsecond.
