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!
23.Oct.12, 11:11 AM
Z'ia raised up onto an elbow, watching his dragon capture something to eat with a placid expression, though his eyebrows furrowed at the sudden feeling of self-consciousness the young blue was giving off, Z'ia's lips pursing as he made the rather logical assumption that Charath had upset his timid and easily distressed dragon. Before he could fully shuffle the thoughts in order to scold Erisi for not controlling his green, which had in turn upset his beautiful blue, Aveleth's timid presence was wrapping around him, causing the bluerider to relax and lay back down lazily, his expression clearing or the angry clouding that had been threatening to take over. She is being very sweet, Aveleth promised, winning a small smile from his rider, though in part it was mocking the young dragon. You have the worse taste in greens, Kiddo. A pause. You object?
A simple word would have the blue turn his back on Charath without looking back at her, but the easy affection Aveleth held for her after their conversation (whatever that had been about) and her lack of teasing him when his tummy growled at won the blue over; Z'ia shook his head to himself, not so unhappy about the blue's picking another green as he might have been. Erisi would likely be an entertaining flight partner, and Z'ia enjoyed the spunky greenrider, though he would likely need some heavy handling before he got much more full of himself. Greenriders! This one was definitely in the same league as A'liran, though Z'ia couldn't say he was exactly unhappy about the prospect of that.
Z'ia laughed softly at Erisi's words, amused by the playful annotations and he gave the greenrider a teasing poke in his ribs, smirking cheerfully. "Danger is the spice of life, Kid." He threw Erisi a wicked wink, more than aware that calling him 'kid' would probably be taken as an insult, but it was Z'ia's personal term of affection, and almost entirely the way in which he spoke to Aveleth. It was, quite probably, the closet Erisi would ever get to getting respect from the spunky bluerider.
"Oh, you know," he grinned, "you win some, you lose some." Of course, with Aveleth losing was far more regular than winning, especially with his current refusal to chase Astoreth, though neither dragon nor human had any idea why he was refusing. Z'ia had come to the decision that his silly dragon was doing it simply to torture him. Than again, with the added effect of Charath, Z'ia decided he may well see more wins in the near future. Astoreth was a guaranteed fuck at least three times a year, sometimes more if she was feeling particularly wanton or his blue was up to speed. Rilaleeyth was once upon a turn, but regularly enough to entertain the bluerider who enjoyed the refreshing taste of a green who knew damned well where he belonged and was content to sit there. Erisi would be a spunky kid to fly.
Z'ia rolled his eyes sideways, playfully grinning as he followed suit and peered over at Erisi from where he leaned up on his elbows. "When does your little minx fly?" No point beating around the bushes!
A simple word would have the blue turn his back on Charath without looking back at her, but the easy affection Aveleth held for her after their conversation (whatever that had been about) and her lack of teasing him when his tummy growled at won the blue over; Z'ia shook his head to himself, not so unhappy about the blue's picking another green as he might have been. Erisi would likely be an entertaining flight partner, and Z'ia enjoyed the spunky greenrider, though he would likely need some heavy handling before he got much more full of himself. Greenriders! This one was definitely in the same league as A'liran, though Z'ia couldn't say he was exactly unhappy about the prospect of that.
Z'ia laughed softly at Erisi's words, amused by the playful annotations and he gave the greenrider a teasing poke in his ribs, smirking cheerfully. "Danger is the spice of life, Kid." He threw Erisi a wicked wink, more than aware that calling him 'kid' would probably be taken as an insult, but it was Z'ia's personal term of affection, and almost entirely the way in which he spoke to Aveleth. It was, quite probably, the closet Erisi would ever get to getting respect from the spunky bluerider.
"Oh, you know," he grinned, "you win some, you lose some." Of course, with Aveleth losing was far more regular than winning, especially with his current refusal to chase Astoreth, though neither dragon nor human had any idea why he was refusing. Z'ia had come to the decision that his silly dragon was doing it simply to torture him. Than again, with the added effect of Charath, Z'ia decided he may well see more wins in the near future. Astoreth was a guaranteed fuck at least three times a year, sometimes more if she was feeling particularly wanton or his blue was up to speed. Rilaleeyth was once upon a turn, but regularly enough to entertain the bluerider who enjoyed the refreshing taste of a green who knew damned well where he belonged and was content to sit there. Erisi would be a spunky kid to fly.
Z'ia rolled his eyes sideways, playfully grinning as he followed suit and peered over at Erisi from where he leaned up on his elbows. "When does your little minx fly?" No point beating around the bushes!
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
