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!
06.Jun.12, 03:37 PM
She just chuckled softly as he led her away from the bathing hall and out into the open of the 'Weyr'. She wasn't sure but she imagined a weyr being made of stone and being up in the mountains where the bitter cold forever lashed at people, rather than a hot and humid beach like area with wooden huts and dense forests off in the distance. She was about to crack a joke but when his breath fanned her ear, purred words so full of promise and desire, she found her voice had abandoned. Her body reacted to him, the skin along her arms roe up in countless bumps as a warm fuzzy sensation ran down her spine. For some unknown reason she wanted to giggle, playfully bat at him but her body refused to response to her mind which was now running in ever decreasing circle. That was until she decided not to think properly and moved with him. The only other sign of injury she held was a slight limp but otherwise moved fine.
As they approached she could not help but raise an eyebrow. She swore as a candidate they were the raw end of the deal... that or the situation colored her perception of her new 'home'.
"My, what a gentleman." She gave a soft chuckle, moving into the hut carefully after slipping off her shoes. She would hate to responsible for ruining his alarmingly clean floor. She just enough time to catch a quick glance around before he was against her, his hungry breath brushing against her skin as words spoken as though they were instinct, his tone full of the primal desires and hungers she both feared and was in awe of. She moved with him, no arguments, no fighting but same hungry obedience that had brought her seek out a male and come across him.
His questions of her plans just made her to jump all over him right then and there for daring to play coy. But no, she had a much better idea, she had move onto her tiptoes to be near his height and she wanted him to touch, to show how he wanted to be touched... she wanted him to show her but she didn't know how to ask. Instead she paused for a brief moment before she moved in, letting her lips brush against his in a feather like and timid fashion.
"Well... no plans are ever set in stone." She uttered, gazing up at him, "It is a debate between jumping you... or playing it safe and ex-plor-ing." She deliberately slowed her pronunciation, her tongue moistening her lips and semi lidded eyes meet his gaze with cheeks hinted red.
As they approached she could not help but raise an eyebrow. She swore as a candidate they were the raw end of the deal... that or the situation colored her perception of her new 'home'.
"My, what a gentleman." She gave a soft chuckle, moving into the hut carefully after slipping off her shoes. She would hate to responsible for ruining his alarmingly clean floor. She just enough time to catch a quick glance around before he was against her, his hungry breath brushing against her skin as words spoken as though they were instinct, his tone full of the primal desires and hungers she both feared and was in awe of. She moved with him, no arguments, no fighting but same hungry obedience that had brought her seek out a male and come across him.
His questions of her plans just made her to jump all over him right then and there for daring to play coy. But no, she had a much better idea, she had move onto her tiptoes to be near his height and she wanted him to touch, to show how he wanted to be touched... she wanted him to show her but she didn't know how to ask. Instead she paused for a brief moment before she moved in, letting her lips brush against his in a feather like and timid fashion.
"Well... no plans are ever set in stone." She uttered, gazing up at him, "It is a debate between jumping you... or playing it safe and ex-plor-ing." She deliberately slowed her pronunciation, her tongue moistening her lips and semi lidded eyes meet his gaze with cheeks hinted red.
