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!
07.Jan.24, 04:37 PM
The sky filled with chasers, and Laniath delighted with the fine group that came to see her maiden flight. She rose higher and higher in the air, each beat of her wings taking her far above the heights of Igen Weyr, peeking up above the sparse gathering of clouds, before stalling and diving back toward her suitors. She spiraled down toward them with her wings held back against her body. She was shooting down toward the sands, toward the bronzes and browns following behind, reaching her paws out for her intended as she fell. With Geith in her grasp, she continued to plummet toward the ground, opening her wings at the last moment to catch them before they hit the sand.
At the same moment, Nonalia opened the door to her weyr, eyes singling out H'riru from where he stood. There was a hint of recognition, a memory from long ago, but it was gone as she pulled him in through the door. The others were shut out, left standing on the other side of the junior weyrwoman’s door to find their own release.
—
She woke up very warm. That wasn’t unusual in Igen, but she noticed the warmth was beneath the covers rather than in the still air around her. In the back of her mind, she was acutely aware of Laniath’s flight the night before, at least that it happened. She tried to stay in ignorant bliss a moment longer, until the body beside her shifted, and she couldn't ignore it any longer. Her face flushed red, the blanket wrapped around them brought up to her eyes to hide her face beneath it.
So you plan to simply lay there in awkward silence? I'm sure that will work wonders, my love. The gold was still curled up with her chosen suitor, pleasantly intertwined with him upon her couch. Nonalia would have stuck her tongue out at her, if she could see her from where she lay. Childish, but no one ever said she was the most grown personality wise. Shy, however, was said quite a bit. And prude, as untrue as it was.
She finally looked up at her bedmate, gazing up at the familiar freckled face of Hurirunarn- no, H'riru now, she had seen that hatching not long after her Laniath's own. They had grown up in close proximity, had been only a month or so apart, and with her mother being one of the creche workers, the pair had been in close proximity any time his own mother needed someone to watch over him. They may not have been close, but something about knowing the rider of her gold's flightmate before either had met their dragons made the blush on her cheeks darken noticeably.
"Hi," her voice was barely a squeak. The comforter was still pulled up to her nose, and the sound of her own voice almost made her want to pull it entirely over her head until he got bored or annoyed and decided to leave. She didn't, but the thought still played in her mind as green hues looked back into pale blues. "Uh, welcome to Igen?"
It sounded stupid as she said it, and the blanket did, in fact, rise up to engulf her head.
At the same moment, Nonalia opened the door to her weyr, eyes singling out H'riru from where he stood. There was a hint of recognition, a memory from long ago, but it was gone as she pulled him in through the door. The others were shut out, left standing on the other side of the junior weyrwoman’s door to find their own release.
—
She woke up very warm. That wasn’t unusual in Igen, but she noticed the warmth was beneath the covers rather than in the still air around her. In the back of her mind, she was acutely aware of Laniath’s flight the night before, at least that it happened. She tried to stay in ignorant bliss a moment longer, until the body beside her shifted, and she couldn't ignore it any longer. Her face flushed red, the blanket wrapped around them brought up to her eyes to hide her face beneath it.
So you plan to simply lay there in awkward silence? I'm sure that will work wonders, my love. The gold was still curled up with her chosen suitor, pleasantly intertwined with him upon her couch. Nonalia would have stuck her tongue out at her, if she could see her from where she lay. Childish, but no one ever said she was the most grown personality wise. Shy, however, was said quite a bit. And prude, as untrue as it was.
She finally looked up at her bedmate, gazing up at the familiar freckled face of Hurirunarn- no, H'riru now, she had seen that hatching not long after her Laniath's own. They had grown up in close proximity, had been only a month or so apart, and with her mother being one of the creche workers, the pair had been in close proximity any time his own mother needed someone to watch over him. They may not have been close, but something about knowing the rider of her gold's flightmate before either had met their dragons made the blush on her cheeks darken noticeably.
"Hi," her voice was barely a squeak. The comforter was still pulled up to her nose, and the sound of her own voice almost made her want to pull it entirely over her head until he got bored or annoyed and decided to leave. She didn't, but the thought still played in her mind as green hues looked back into pale blues. "Uh, welcome to Igen?"
It sounded stupid as she said it, and the blanket did, in fact, rise up to engulf her head.
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