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!
24.Apr.22, 12:16 PM
Indivara snorted at the comment about Tiath being a lady. “Even Ladies have needs,” Indivara smirked, feeling considerably more relaxed after V’lia had pushed the sheets towards her but made no effort to follow them. Indivara had long gotten the need for Flight sex out of her system; she’d done a lot of flight mothing when she was younger, long before she’d Impressed or settled down with Val. Mothing, though, had the added benefit that she’d been able to jump her choice of rider, have a quick fuck, and vanish before they woke up enough to take stock of who they’d been with, never mind studying her scars. Being a flight winner didn’t have that luxury.
Indivara glanced at V’lia with wary curiosity when she felt the bed shift. She nodded slightly at V’lia’s back as the younger woman picked up the glow and started ambling around the room. Indivara turned her attention to her hands, which were still gripping the sheet up under her chin, her hair splayed all around, because she didn’t want to be rude and stare at the greenrider in the same way she was afraid of being studied. That would be rude, and while Indivara was not opposed to being rude or being a hypocrite, she had her own personal limits that were carefully drawn lines she wouldn’t cross. Only Val would she openly admire, and even that had taken years of work to become comfortable doing.
“Thank you,” Indivara said softly when her own clothing were brought and placed on the bed near her. As V’lia apologised for the Flight’s location, Indivara cautiously slipped out from under the blanket and pulled her undergarments on, and then her pants and her shirt. She didn’t bother with her socks, or with binding her breasts down like she normally would have if it were earlier in the day; it was getting late, now, and while they still had a lot to go over for the Weyrling lesson plans, Indivara wasn’t sure if they’d continue once they returned to the main room, or if V’lia would excuse herself. But either way, Indivara also knew a bath was in her near future. And clean bedding. Val might have been the tidier one between them, but Indivara was an obsessive clean freak when it came to body, clothes, and bedding.
Finally shrugging slightly, Indivara offered V’lia a crooked little smile. “Better here than making a mad dash out of someone else’s weyr.” She was still prone to dying of absolute horror when she remembered some of the places she’d come to at before. Like C’dhin’s bed. Val hadn’t been concerned, because of course he hadn’t, but Indivara had been absolutely mortified. It hadn’t helped that he’d walked in on them actively having sex, and interrupted them, and not just… when they were snuggling or something. Indivara felt her face heating up as the memory came back, and she pursed her lips as she shoved it away. Sure, that had been when her and Val had actually ended up as more than just bed mates. But it was still mortifying.
Indivara raised an eyebrow slightly at the pleasure of Venseth – and by default, Indivara – winning Tiath’s flight. She was trying to find the right words to answer that particular statement with, when V’lia continued and Indivara felt her whole face (and probably her whole body) light up in embarrassment at the words. It wasn’t that Indivara was unaware she was passionate – she was very passionate, usually about being right or causing trouble. But she knew she was definitely passionate in the way V’lia meant, but only with Val, and the idea of being like that with someone else was – once again – mortifying.
“You’re welcome?” Indivara squeaked, trying not to squeak but her voice definitely broke in there somewhere, and she could feel Venseth’s amusement as he wrapped her up in loving affection that really didn’t help Indivara feel any more in control than when he had been focused on his green lass. Indivara was trying to remember the last time Venseth had won a flight, but in all honesty, she couldn’t remember him winning a flight of someone she knew on a personal-friend level. Mostly she could just scowl at any greenrider, and her reputation would proceed her and she’d be left alone to get dressed and go about her day. She really had no idea how to handle V’lia and her compliments and her friendly familiarity.
Indivara cleared her throat, and folded her arms across her front, more comfortable with looking at V’lia now she was dressed, even if the greenrider’s hair was still a bit mussy and she definitely had the airs about her of someone who had been laid. “You’re welcome to stay, and we can continue where we left off,” she waved one hand towards the door, indicating the lesson plan they’d been working on. She folded her arms again, and her teeth flashed in a sudden smile. “Val will get us some food from the kitchen,” if he hadn’t already. Sometimes he was really good at anticipating. Sometimes he didn’t care. Sometimes he was obsessed with his ink and parchment. “But I won’t keep you if you’d rather return home, though I can’t say the same for my dragon...”
Indivara glanced at V’lia with wary curiosity when she felt the bed shift. She nodded slightly at V’lia’s back as the younger woman picked up the glow and started ambling around the room. Indivara turned her attention to her hands, which were still gripping the sheet up under her chin, her hair splayed all around, because she didn’t want to be rude and stare at the greenrider in the same way she was afraid of being studied. That would be rude, and while Indivara was not opposed to being rude or being a hypocrite, she had her own personal limits that were carefully drawn lines she wouldn’t cross. Only Val would she openly admire, and even that had taken years of work to become comfortable doing.
“Thank you,” Indivara said softly when her own clothing were brought and placed on the bed near her. As V’lia apologised for the Flight’s location, Indivara cautiously slipped out from under the blanket and pulled her undergarments on, and then her pants and her shirt. She didn’t bother with her socks, or with binding her breasts down like she normally would have if it were earlier in the day; it was getting late, now, and while they still had a lot to go over for the Weyrling lesson plans, Indivara wasn’t sure if they’d continue once they returned to the main room, or if V’lia would excuse herself. But either way, Indivara also knew a bath was in her near future. And clean bedding. Val might have been the tidier one between them, but Indivara was an obsessive clean freak when it came to body, clothes, and bedding.
Finally shrugging slightly, Indivara offered V’lia a crooked little smile. “Better here than making a mad dash out of someone else’s weyr.” She was still prone to dying of absolute horror when she remembered some of the places she’d come to at before. Like C’dhin’s bed. Val hadn’t been concerned, because of course he hadn’t, but Indivara had been absolutely mortified. It hadn’t helped that he’d walked in on them actively having sex, and interrupted them, and not just… when they were snuggling or something. Indivara felt her face heating up as the memory came back, and she pursed her lips as she shoved it away. Sure, that had been when her and Val had actually ended up as more than just bed mates. But it was still mortifying.
Indivara raised an eyebrow slightly at the pleasure of Venseth – and by default, Indivara – winning Tiath’s flight. She was trying to find the right words to answer that particular statement with, when V’lia continued and Indivara felt her whole face (and probably her whole body) light up in embarrassment at the words. It wasn’t that Indivara was unaware she was passionate – she was very passionate, usually about being right or causing trouble. But she knew she was definitely passionate in the way V’lia meant, but only with Val, and the idea of being like that with someone else was – once again – mortifying.
“You’re welcome?” Indivara squeaked, trying not to squeak but her voice definitely broke in there somewhere, and she could feel Venseth’s amusement as he wrapped her up in loving affection that really didn’t help Indivara feel any more in control than when he had been focused on his green lass. Indivara was trying to remember the last time Venseth had won a flight, but in all honesty, she couldn’t remember him winning a flight of someone she knew on a personal-friend level. Mostly she could just scowl at any greenrider, and her reputation would proceed her and she’d be left alone to get dressed and go about her day. She really had no idea how to handle V’lia and her compliments and her friendly familiarity.
Indivara cleared her throat, and folded her arms across her front, more comfortable with looking at V’lia now she was dressed, even if the greenrider’s hair was still a bit mussy and she definitely had the airs about her of someone who had been laid. “You’re welcome to stay, and we can continue where we left off,” she waved one hand towards the door, indicating the lesson plan they’d been working on. She folded her arms again, and her teeth flashed in a sudden smile. “Val will get us some food from the kitchen,” if he hadn’t already. Sometimes he was really good at anticipating. Sometimes he didn’t care. Sometimes he was obsessed with his ink and parchment. “But I won’t keep you if you’d rather return home, though I can’t say the same for my dragon...”
