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!
08.May.21, 08:32 AM
N’mor snorted in amusement at Z’rin’s demand, scrunching his nose up and sticking out his tongue in a childish pose, before leaning down to kiss his lover quickly, for the strange scrunching wasn’t particularly comfortable. “Dork,” N’mor said, amused, and shook his head. His fingers went back to playing with Z’rin’s hair, and N’mor chewed on his bottom lip for a few moments as he ordered his thoughts. His heart was thumping, and he wasn’t sure if it was excitement or anticipation. It truly wasn’t the best of timing, but the idea had really taken root in N’mor’s mind, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to put it aside… Unless Z’rin thought it was terrible? N’mor paused for a moment, but knew he was getting ahead of himself; he had to tell the bluerider, before Z’rin could take a stand one way or the other.
“Um,” a very eloquent start. “Weeell,” N’mor dragged the word out, uncharacteristically nervous as he was suddenly aware of all the ways Z’rin might dislike his idea, bring it crashing down around him, and crush a dream N’mor hadn’t realised he’d actually had. But… Maybe not? It was, after all, Z’rin, and Z’rin was an excellent man (even if he was a bluerider) and he was a wonderful father and he was great with Vondlyn too. “I, um, I wanted to talk to you about talking to Helyna, about maybe forgoing between next time our dragons Fly...” Chewing on his bottom lip again, N’mor gave Z’rin some serious side eye before continuing lowly. “Does that sound… okay?”
“Um,” a very eloquent start. “Weeell,” N’mor dragged the word out, uncharacteristically nervous as he was suddenly aware of all the ways Z’rin might dislike his idea, bring it crashing down around him, and crush a dream N’mor hadn’t realised he’d actually had. But… Maybe not? It was, after all, Z’rin, and Z’rin was an excellent man (even if he was a bluerider) and he was a wonderful father and he was great with Vondlyn too. “I, um, I wanted to talk to you about talking to Helyna, about maybe forgoing between next time our dragons Fly...” Chewing on his bottom lip again, N’mor gave Z’rin some serious side eye before continuing lowly. “Does that sound… okay?”
