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.Aug.12, 09:38 AM
Z'ia smirked in response to J'ver's dig at his height, the words rolling off him much like water off and oiled hide. The tiny bluerider had long since stopped taking offence to such remarks, and instead tended to spin them around. The compliment that followed from the greenrider caused his smirk to widen, but an eyebrow also arched upward questioningly. J'ver only gave compliments when he wished to gain something, and Z'ia was far from stupid.
"Years of practise," he quipped, watching J'ver with lazy amusement as the greenrider quickly scampered away. Of course, he doubted that J'ver considered any action of his scampering, but Z'ia knew a runner when he saw one and the greenrider was definitely running. Highly amusing, considering Z'ia couldn't recall ever dragging J'ver down for another round. Delaying him was an entierly different kettle of fish, of course. The young rider had no desire to bed J'ver of his own free will, the man did nothing for him, but pissing off S'kef was ever an obtainable and delightful pastime, and keeping a greenrider delayed tended to keep his mate's mind active.
Z'ia snorted. "He'll cope," the man's voice was light, and still carrying his lingering amusement, as he sauntered to his feet and gave J'ver a poke in the rips as he passed him, hoping to get a reaction, before picking his towel up off the floor. "At least he keeps his inks safely stored." A wink was tossed to his current partner, and the towel was wrapped tightly around his hips. It was damp from the bath water still, but Z'ia put up with it as he noticed the issue J'ver currently had. Green eyes danced with amusement.
"You usually strip faster." Teasing, or insulting, J'ver would have to decide for himself as neither Z'ia's tone nor expression gave hint either way.
Indeed, Aveleth mumbled softly to the pretty green, licking her cheek gently in reassurance as he gave a soft, almost purr at her concern and attentions. The little blue's fanclub was, perhaps, even smaller than his companions. He rarely flew with gusto, and even more rarely won of his own choosing, and as a result took a special interest and housed gentle affection for those that he claimed without the focused though of Z'ia.
He enjoys amping them up, it was a timid admittance, as if worried the green would take fault with him for Z'ia's thrill of danger. Why his spunky human felt the need to cause trouble with the brownrider and his dragon was beyond Aveleth, who was more worried about trying to tone it down. He knew his avid desire to win Rilaleeyth's flights had the opposite effect (almost as if they spurred Z'ia on) but the blue couldn't find it in himself to abandon her. She was far too wonderful, and she didn't laugh at him.
You take care, too. It was as close to an order as Aveleth was capable of coming, his eyes flickering with concern. Tyrrisath may not be willing to see that Rilaleeyth had been claimed instead of choosing, and so she would be blamed. But Aveleth was no knight in shining armour, and as much as it shamed him, he knew he would be no shield for the pretty green if Tyrrisath decided to scold her; he was far too easily cowed himself.
"Years of practise," he quipped, watching J'ver with lazy amusement as the greenrider quickly scampered away. Of course, he doubted that J'ver considered any action of his scampering, but Z'ia knew a runner when he saw one and the greenrider was definitely running. Highly amusing, considering Z'ia couldn't recall ever dragging J'ver down for another round. Delaying him was an entierly different kettle of fish, of course. The young rider had no desire to bed J'ver of his own free will, the man did nothing for him, but pissing off S'kef was ever an obtainable and delightful pastime, and keeping a greenrider delayed tended to keep his mate's mind active.
Z'ia snorted. "He'll cope," the man's voice was light, and still carrying his lingering amusement, as he sauntered to his feet and gave J'ver a poke in the rips as he passed him, hoping to get a reaction, before picking his towel up off the floor. "At least he keeps his inks safely stored." A wink was tossed to his current partner, and the towel was wrapped tightly around his hips. It was damp from the bath water still, but Z'ia put up with it as he noticed the issue J'ver currently had. Green eyes danced with amusement.
"You usually strip faster." Teasing, or insulting, J'ver would have to decide for himself as neither Z'ia's tone nor expression gave hint either way.
Indeed, Aveleth mumbled softly to the pretty green, licking her cheek gently in reassurance as he gave a soft, almost purr at her concern and attentions. The little blue's fanclub was, perhaps, even smaller than his companions. He rarely flew with gusto, and even more rarely won of his own choosing, and as a result took a special interest and housed gentle affection for those that he claimed without the focused though of Z'ia.
He enjoys amping them up, it was a timid admittance, as if worried the green would take fault with him for Z'ia's thrill of danger. Why his spunky human felt the need to cause trouble with the brownrider and his dragon was beyond Aveleth, who was more worried about trying to tone it down. He knew his avid desire to win Rilaleeyth's flights had the opposite effect (almost as if they spurred Z'ia on) but the blue couldn't find it in himself to abandon her. She was far too wonderful, and she didn't laugh at him.
You take care, too. It was as close to an order as Aveleth was capable of coming, his eyes flickering with concern. Tyrrisath may not be willing to see that Rilaleeyth had been claimed instead of choosing, and so she would be blamed. But Aveleth was no knight in shining armour, and as much as it shamed him, he knew he would be no shield for the pretty green if Tyrrisath decided to scold her; he was far too easily cowed himself.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
