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!
26.Oct.17, 03:31 AM
As V'ler came to, he instinctively reached up to bat away the hand that was playing with his hair -- and no doubt leaving it in tiny braids as had happened in past situations -- and winced and gasped from the pain of the action. His hand never made contact with the hand bugging him which was likely a good thing since it would have been with his left one that was throbbing and he didn't think the resulting pain would be worth it.
Instead he opened his eyes and was momentarily confused about where he was. He saw Indivara first, the one playing with his hair and looking one part concerned and one part annoyed so he knew things weren't too bad. When he saw Quennell everything came back to him and he looked down at the nicely wrapped hand of his. It still upset him that he had been so careless and it caused him such pain and potentially his life's passion but V'ler was letting it go for now since he had been told it would heal cleanly if he took care of it. That meant not using it, sleeping with it propped up, and keeping his horny dragon from chasing anyone for at least a month. V'ler snorted when he was told that one. He'd been begging Veeth for years to ease up on the chasing every green that took to the sky.
You were never hurt or sick before. I promise I'll stay put when the next lovely lady flies. I won't hurt you! V'ler frowned at the panic in Veeth's voice and reached out to ease that fear. I'm okay for now, Veeth. We'll take it easy as per Quennell's orders, okay? You can even chase Larrikith the next time she flies as a treat. V'ler shuddered at his own words, hating the thought of actually winning another one of their flights and ending up in bed with B'jin. He was extremely confident that wouldn't happen thanks to B'jin being not-mated to R'nd and their dragons being faithful. But it made Veeth happy and that was the important thing.
With his good hand, V'ler reached out for Indivara's hand and smiled weakly at her. She had been there for him when he called for help and even babbled her way through comforting him when he knew she was terrible at it. They had an odd relationship and while it worked for them, he sometimes wondered why it did and how they ended up as such comfortable friends when they started out with a sassy kid throwing sticks at him up in a tree until she fell. He smirked a bit more at the memory and how he simply put a foot on her chest to keep her pinned to the ground. A few exchanges of words and somehow, a short time later, they were getting along in their own unique way.
He gave her hand a small squeeze as a silent thank you and looked back to Quennell. He seriously had no idea why he wasn't sick from the pain or still unconscious from it; though perhaps it'd be a vicious cycle of passing out and waking up due to it. "Can I get some fellis to take when I get home?" He wasn't a fan of any sort of substance, especially those with addictive properties but V'ler knew he was a baby with pain and just looking at his hand turned his stomach and made him want to slip back into unconsciousness.
Letting go of Indivara's hand, V'ler took the offered bottle of sweet relief and and waved for his fussy firelizards to head out before them, which they did with a lot of chittering. He had no doubts that they'd be squabbling over his pillow when he got back as they decided in their own way who would sleep on half of it curled around his head.
"Hey, Vara? Let's go home," with the bottle tucked into the crook of his left arm, V'ler held out his right hand again for her. He was determined to make the trip back on his own just as he had somehow made it to Quennell on his own but he was a bit loopy and felt like holding her hand seemed pleasant.
And maybe he'd fall onto her if he passed out again and have a softer landing.
Instead he opened his eyes and was momentarily confused about where he was. He saw Indivara first, the one playing with his hair and looking one part concerned and one part annoyed so he knew things weren't too bad. When he saw Quennell everything came back to him and he looked down at the nicely wrapped hand of his. It still upset him that he had been so careless and it caused him such pain and potentially his life's passion but V'ler was letting it go for now since he had been told it would heal cleanly if he took care of it. That meant not using it, sleeping with it propped up, and keeping his horny dragon from chasing anyone for at least a month. V'ler snorted when he was told that one. He'd been begging Veeth for years to ease up on the chasing every green that took to the sky.
With his good hand, V'ler reached out for Indivara's hand and smiled weakly at her. She had been there for him when he called for help and even babbled her way through comforting him when he knew she was terrible at it. They had an odd relationship and while it worked for them, he sometimes wondered why it did and how they ended up as such comfortable friends when they started out with a sassy kid throwing sticks at him up in a tree until she fell. He smirked a bit more at the memory and how he simply put a foot on her chest to keep her pinned to the ground. A few exchanges of words and somehow, a short time later, they were getting along in their own unique way.
He gave her hand a small squeeze as a silent thank you and looked back to Quennell. He seriously had no idea why he wasn't sick from the pain or still unconscious from it; though perhaps it'd be a vicious cycle of passing out and waking up due to it. "Can I get some fellis to take when I get home?" He wasn't a fan of any sort of substance, especially those with addictive properties but V'ler knew he was a baby with pain and just looking at his hand turned his stomach and made him want to slip back into unconsciousness.
Letting go of Indivara's hand, V'ler took the offered bottle of sweet relief and and waved for his fussy firelizards to head out before them, which they did with a lot of chittering. He had no doubts that they'd be squabbling over his pillow when he got back as they decided in their own way who would sleep on half of it curled around his head.
"Hey, Vara? Let's go home," with the bottle tucked into the crook of his left arm, V'ler held out his right hand again for her. He was determined to make the trip back on his own just as he had somehow made it to Quennell on his own but he was a bit loopy and felt like holding her hand seemed pleasant.
And maybe he'd fall onto her if he passed out again and have a softer landing.
