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.Feb.18, 05:27 AM
N’mor laughed softly at the quip, watching with amusement as his fellow dragonrider topped up the glass of wine he had barely drunk. Grey-green eyes danced with mirth as he took the wine bottle himself and filled his much closer to empty glass, raising it mockingly at R’dare before sipping, watching his friend. “If you don’t like it,” he teased, “why are you making yourself drink it?” There were plenty of people who did not like wine, and N’mor had never met anyone that had a problem admitting it. Of course, perhaps R’dare hadn’t helped himself to a lot of Katilan booze, in which case he wouldn’t know how good the liquid currently in his glass was.
Picking up a slice of bread, N’mor set it down before placing a thick slice of cheese on top. Picking it up again, he took a bite, watching as R’dare took to talking once more. He raised his eyebrows at the admittance of interest, the young man assuming (naturally) that R’dare fancied himself a couple of individuals. His other eyebrow arched up when he was informed the blue had started chasing. “They are getting to that age,” N’mor admitted, though he didn’t really feel he was at that age. Not that he’d never fantasized, and certainly there were some individuals that spiked his interest, but N’mor wasn’t sure he was ready to go bed hopping yet. Ever, probably.
Don’t take it all so seriously. Just because we are not green doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy ourselves when you want to. N’mor snorted into his food, and shook his head. Trust his dragon to be nosing around in his thoughts, and pick up on his line of confusion. Bronzeriders always seemed to be so proper and N’mor had yet to see one actively invested in a relationship with another man, which caused him no small amount of discomfort. Could he be himself, and still strike out for a Weyrleader rank? What if no one supported him, if he had no interest in any of the goldriders on a relationship level?
“Has he won yet?” N’mor asked curiously, frank expression on his face as he chased off his own inner turmoil to enquire about something he had no experience with. He’d lived with his father long enough to be around for Larrikith’s flights, but never longer than it took to flee the house (or whatever area Larrikith decided to interrupt B’jin’s life in). Flights had been explained to them, during Weyrlinghood, but damn if N’mor wasn’t morbidly curious about the whole affair!
Picking up a slice of bread, N’mor set it down before placing a thick slice of cheese on top. Picking it up again, he took a bite, watching as R’dare took to talking once more. He raised his eyebrows at the admittance of interest, the young man assuming (naturally) that R’dare fancied himself a couple of individuals. His other eyebrow arched up when he was informed the blue had started chasing. “They are getting to that age,” N’mor admitted, though he didn’t really feel he was at that age. Not that he’d never fantasized, and certainly there were some individuals that spiked his interest, but N’mor wasn’t sure he was ready to go bed hopping yet. Ever, probably.
“Has he won yet?” N’mor asked curiously, frank expression on his face as he chased off his own inner turmoil to enquire about something he had no experience with. He’d lived with his father long enough to be around for Larrikith’s flights, but never longer than it took to flee the house (or whatever area Larrikith decided to interrupt B’jin’s life in). Flights had been explained to them, during Weyrlinghood, but damn if N’mor wasn’t morbidly curious about the whole affair!
