Agvnige leaned into Jess’s kiss and couldn’t’ help but sigh afterwards. She looked up into his eyes and smiled even laughing at the part about her beating everyone in sandbags. But she was soon blushing again at his question and the way he had said the word you with his tone implying something.
“Well I had plan to play the games, beat a few people maybe even get you all wet, tease you about losing to a girl and then head back to my quarters to go over some things before going to bed. The going over things and the bed part would of course be after a nice long dip in the hot springs. But well I guess T’ka changed all that when she put me in this dress.” She looked down and then back up with a mischievous smirk on her face.
“Of course I could always play a game of sandbags letting a certain searcher win and then have to suddenly go back to my place to change cloths. But I’m afraid id’ need some help removing the gown since I’ve never removed a gown before. Wonder if I could get some handsome young man to help in the removal.”
She looked around and then looked at him smirking. “Know of anyone that would help?” _________________ If anyone recongizes this image and can prove me with a link to the site it comes from please PM me so I can credit it Properly.
Aggie's Hatchling Gown (that Tarika is making her wear)
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Silver Wing
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As they danced around the floor he could feel her body move with his own. Yes, he thought she was no longer the little girl so long ago that became a dragon rider. He knew she cared deeply toward himself, but always felt that was more a student teacher thing. She meant so very much to him, but did he have it in him to venture into a relationship, after all he put his life on the line every day. She couldn’t afford to be distracted with him could she now. He thought as he swung her around. Being around her lately had caused himself some distraction, even Scar said he would not be out of the warren the next time she had a mating flight.
She had asked her question, but he refrained from answering it right away. They had been working together so long he was use to her letting him think these things out before answering. “That my feelings for you are so agreeable there is no question, you are my first concern of the warren as well as my own self interest. That my body aches to be with yours,” he chuckled slightly. “I’m human and male at that trust me, being so close to you makes it hard for me to even think straight,” he grinned as he dipped her for a moment. “But how you can care for a beat up wretch like me I have no clue. At one time I was a handsome man the bear took that from me as I took the life from him.” The twirled away and then back.
The dance came to a stop, “I do not deny my feelings for you, but we each have duties and responsibilities to the warren. How could I take you away from this?” As he stood there he leaned in close to her. Never before now had he wanted something so completely that he held himself back was even surprising to himself. Here was his hearts desire, his feelings mingled with his bond with Scar only intensified the desire that he held for her. _________________
As T'ka and M'ren danced, she enjoyed the closeness of him...heightening her desire for him. As he spoke, she listened.
She gave a smile...for she had somehow felt that he had felt the same. When he finished talking and the song came to an end, she looked deep into his eyes.
"M'ren...I do not think nor see you as a beat up wretch! Beauty is only in the eye of the beholder...or rather only skin deep...so this..." she said as she softly touched his face where the bear had scarred it. "This means nothing in my eyes...this is what is important to me..." she said as she moved her hand down and over where his heart beat beneath the muscular chest.
Looking down for a moment, then looking back into his eyes, "I don't disagree that each of us have our duties and responsibilities to the warren...but...that does not mean either of us have to live without happiness either. You would not be taking me away from anything...you know that as well as I do!" she said, as he started to lean in closer to her.
She placed her hand softly on his cheek again, as she too leaned in closer to him...not wanting to move away from him... _________________ <--T'ka's Hatching Festival Dress
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Jesseret smiled at her words. "To tell you the truth, I rather like you in this dress," he said. "It's very...becoming." He used that as an excuse to let his eyes roam over her entire form in a leisurely manner. "Mmmm...dress..." he said under his breath, then shook himself back to awareness, relieved he hadn't blurted out any of the more personal observations that had been right on the tip of his tongue.
He gently guided her back into the slow, swirling dance that they had been following moments before. "But never let it be said that Ismene's searcher was one to ignore the needs of another dragonrider...so of course I will be glad to help you with...um, yes..." And his eyes took on that dreamy look again. He was so distracted with his thoughts that he didn't notice that he bumped into M'ren from behind, giving the Wingleader a push in the direction of Warrenlady Tarika.
"I could do this forever," he said dreamily. "Just let me know when we need to go to the games." _________________
Lucio couldn’t’ help but grin and he was sure it spread around his whole face as he stood up, grabbed Kai’s hand and pulled her into his arms as he gave her a kiss that held the love he had felt for her since he had first laid eyes on her.
Finally breaking the kiss for air, his hand stroked her face as he gazed into her eyes. “Thank you.” He didn’t know why he said it but it felt like the right thing to say. He then led her to the dance circle and began to try to dance. He just hoped he wouldn’t step on her toes. _________________ Aer
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Aggie’s right hand reached up and tucked a few loose strands of her hair back behind her right ear, as she felt the warmth return to her cheeks and well a few other lowly regions. Something about having Jess’ ret look at her the way he was made her feel, well she knew now that her attraction for him was more then she had felt for some of the other pretty boys around the Warren. But she was too afraid to even admit her true feelings to herself let alone the man that created these feelings.
Hearing him utter a weird saying about the dress she grinned and let him continue to lead her around the dance floor, though the shoes were starting to get on her nerves she ignored them so long as she knew he liked seeing her dressed up. Chuckling she placed her arms up around his neck and moved closer as the alluring music played on not only on the stage but in her heart and mind as well.
“Well if you’re hungry we could stop for some food and then head over to some of the non-wet games and finish up with the sandbag and then see where we should or need to go from there.” She grinned a little more and then she dared to rest her head on his shoulder and close her eyes, humming the tune of the song softly as her fingers played with his hair at his neckline. _________________ If anyone recongizes this image and can prove me with a link to the site it comes from please PM me so I can credit it Properly.
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Jesseret nodded, walking slowly in the direction of the food stalls with Aggie's head resting against his shoulder. They passed one food-seller, but Jesseret noticed at once that this one was selling grapes. He decided that, although he did like grapes, he was in the mood for something else right now. He avoided any place that was selling food that was in any way messy - he knew he didn't want to get his new clothes messed up, and he was sure Aggie felt the same. They finally settled on a place selling oatmeal cookies and continued on their way.
"Ah, here!" said Jesseret, seeing a game that wouldn't cause either one of them to work up any sort of sweat. "How are you at darts?" he asked as they stopped in front of a stall with a large dart board and picked up a pair of darts. He gave one a toss and watched it hit - not in the center, but close enough that he didn't have to be terribly embarrased. He smiled and handed Aggie a dart so she could take her turn. _________________
K'ri smiled as he took her into his arms...although her first instinct was to stiffen her body...as she usually did on reflex whenever someone was near her or touched her...but she had come a long way this past month...and although Lucio was the only one to be able to get close enough to her, or even touch her...no one else could...with the exception of Tyae now.
His kiss warmed her even more than her own normal body temperature did. As he thanked her, she looked up into his warm eyes and smiled. "You're very welcome!" she replied, as he led her to the dance circle.
As the two began to dance, she dared to move in close to him, their bodies touching as they danced around the circle. She placed her head on his shoulder, as a smile crossed her lips. _________________ <--K'ri's Hatching Festival Dress
Tyae as she is hatching. (When she hatches)
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T'ka had been leaning in closer to M'ren, just as he was leaning toward her...both unaware that Aggie and Jes'ret were behind M'ren and very close...so close in fact, that Jes'ret had bumped into M'ren, without realizing it...because he had been so distracted by Aggie...that it had caused M'ren to lurch forward a bit.
T'ka hadn't noticed this either, seeing as her eyes had been locked onto M'ren's...her mind racing with many thoughts, that when he had been bumped into, causing him to lurch forward...she hadn't time to second think what was happening, until her lips were on M'ren's warm lips.
Instead of pulling away, she left them there, closing her eyes a bit. She had wanted this so much, that even though it may have been an accident, she didn't want it to stop...and thought about what a good accident it was. _________________ <--T'ka's Hatching Festival Dress
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His kiss was hesitant at first as he mind made war with in. Instinct said pull away, desire and need said stay. He couldn't denie that he truely desired her the push was an anounce and yet it was probly that which pushed him ever closer to something he swore off himself. Was there really any need, she was after all as intellegent as she was attractive. He could feel her feelings for him, but was he willing to let someone really get that close. If not her then who he had to ask himself.
With some abandonment he relaxed in her arms letting his tight muscles go and his lips taste hers. He couldn't imagine anything some sweet and delicate. His hands cuffed her delicate face as he drink in her lips. Though he didn't want to part from them he finely let her lips go. Off in the distance the sound of Scar roaring which sounded much like the call of victory to M'ren.
Suddenly the world seemed very different to him and he hadn't a clue what to say or do next. He was on a battle ground that very strange though he welcomed it fully.
"So um, that was um, Oh hell," with out the words of a bard to help him along he could only act and he gently pulled T'ka back into her arms. The first was more accident then real would she allow him a second kiss. _________________
Dakon took another pull from his beer, his eyes locked onto N'rwe's. For several long minutes the two stared at each other, memorizing every aspect of the other person's face. Five years had done a lot to change each, each looking more weathered and experienced.
Dakon smiled softly and looked down into his drink, unsure of the next move. He knew that feelings went deeper then either was willing to except at the moment, and sometimes it felt as if those emotions would spill out at any moment.
"N'rwe... did you ever... know the embrace of another man after I left?" He asked softly. _________________
T'ka tightened her arms around him. Although their kiss had taken place quite by accident, it was sweet and T'ka was reluctant when he finally pulled away.
When he did pull away, he tried to speak...T'ka smiled as he had suddenly found himself speechless. But then when he couldn't find anything to say and decided that acting on his feelings was better, as he gently pulled her back into his arms.
Filled with a kind joy that she had not allowed herself to have, since she had joined with Jalaran...she gazed into his eyes. Sure she knew joy before this...but nothing like this.
As he had pulled her back into his arms, her face came quite close to his and she didn't hesitate another second as she leaned in closer, brushing her lips on his...ever so softly.... _________________ <--T'ka's Hatching Festival Dress
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As they stood there, she watched as Dakon looked down into his drink. She could tell there seemed to be something on his mind. When he had then spoke again, and voiced his question...it was a question that she hadn't expected to hear.
But she stood there, only briefly looking down a moment...then she spoke, "Not willingly...but yes! Only during the few mating flights Kieran has partook in. But those can't be helped. Other than that...the answer is 'no'...I focused on my warren duties to keep my mind of of...well...off of you. I figured that if I couldn't give you my heart...my love...than I would give it to no one." she replied honestly, she then averted her eyes.
It was true that during the mating flights...the rider had no choice in the matter....it was the one thing she didn't like...but atleast she was able to make her own decision on who she gave her heart and love to. She thought on all this as she looked down at the ground. _________________ <--N'rwe's Hatching Festival Dress
<--Kieran (Kier)
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Dakon stood silently for a moment, cursing himself for the question. He knew it was wrong for putting such a question to her, but it had slipped out before he could think.
"N'rwe... I"m sorry. I had no right to ask that. And I do understand those urges that come from dragon mating. Koth... well, I can't say I begrudge him his instincts. When the females lift to the sky, he is the first to give chase. The first time he caught the the female...it was a trying experience for both riders. The first time always is." Dakon said.
Dakon lifted his mug and found it was empty. Frowning, he turned and gave it to a waiter and grabbed another from the table. Turning back to N'rwe, he forced the mood away and smiled, taking another drink of beer. "But enough about that, tell me, what have you been doing since I left? We have a lot to catch up on. _________________
There wasn't much to say from that point, it was plan how they both felt and feeling a little flush from the last kiss. M'ren took T'ka's hand placed it in his arm and guided her over for a drink to cool down his heated face. Taking the time to watch what was going on around them.
Though parts of his brain shouted at that his body had other needs and wanted to explore them with T'ka he was not ready to give into those needs just yet. Like a fine wine it would be better to wait until...
*Your human ways are far to strange to me dear rider* Scar muttered in his mind.
No, M'ren fought back those urges. He would wait the time would come and all the more exciting for holding back for now. Looking over at T'ka the emotions that wailed up inside him seemed almost foriegn as though they belong to another. But he was very happy if that was possible. Though he still thought T'ka deserved someone better he wasn't ready to release her to anyone else. She had placed herself in his hands and he treasured that feeling greatly.
The first glass he picked up he nearly crushed in his hands as he looked up into her eyes as he handed it to her. He breast seem to swell with each of her breaths and her lips seemed ever so inviting. He had to rip his own eyes away to pick up a cup for himself and take a quick drink in hopes that it would relax his nerves.
*You fight a beat to the death and your worried about a girl in a dress* Scar teased.
*Oh be quiet you* he replied back to the dragon who seem to be off at the springs from the little of the vision he caught sight of.
"So um I guess its going to get a bit busy around here... Training wise that is." He quickly amended. _________________
Demetar paced around the dance area looking around. He saw many of the faces he knew for now but many he didn't all were dancing together. He never liked to dance and that is because he couldn't and he was always tough to teach something he didn't like. Such as archery. Leaning against a tall post he looked at the band. They were not singing but more like playing instruments such as violins, cellos, piano, guitar most of the classical instruments that then can become faster at tempo. Music was a thing he did have some thing with. He could play a trumpet but the violin much better. He decided to turn back toward the activity area. He bumped into a child carelessly not watching where he was going and helped him up before the kid ran away.
Heading back to the jousting area he remembered that another hit like hat might crack a rib and turned back to the more effortless activities. He reached a ball throwing booth where you had to knock down pins to win. It was pretty close range. Maybe a bit shorter from where he usually through his knives at deer. He picked up three of the balls and was given a nod from the booth keeper to throw. He threw the first one purposely throwing to high and the second one to low. The last one though was different. As the ball flung from his hand it hit the pins squarely in the middle knocking all the stacked pins. As the keeper went down and grabbed the prizes they were not much like he expected. There were sharp wooden practice weapons and brown leather armor which caught his eye. When he pointed at the armor the keeper just nodded his head no.
"Need to get all pins in the first throw" he said simply.
Demetar looked around the pile again and spotted an amazing marble dragon. It was white and black made so fine and smoothly it amazed him. Demetar picked up the statue and chose that as his prize. He decided to play again for the leather armor. He picked up the three balls again and threw the first one easily knocking down all the pins. This games were not so childish more needing aim. Archery is much harder then this for Demetar but being able to throw knives was a specialty and the ball and pins were pretty much that. He picked up the leather armor and examined it. Also finally made and tanned Demetar quickly pulled it on. He should have got this before jousting to not have the great bruise he now has but that was then and this is now.
Pulling the green cloak back up he decided to see if he can find anyone who would be heading back here near the food area. _________________ Zed(pronuced Zede (Zeel by rider)
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N'rwe looked back up at Dakon as he spoke again. "No...no...it's perfectly fine...I understand...and yes you're right..those urges are uncontrollable." she replied.
As he asked his next question, she gave a smile as he gave his empty mug to the waiter and retrieved a second from the table. She took a sip from her own class, before answering.
"Well, luckily Keldarra hasn't had anything major happen, such as any attacks on the warren and such. So, when I wasn't out on patrol or anything, as I said I focused on my 'other' warren duties...such as my Bard duties. We had gotten into the custom of once a week...after an early evening meal...the whole warren would gather and I would entertain them with my voice." she said and then started to hum a bit to the song that the bards on the stage was singing.
"I'm sure most of Keldarra warren were sad to see me go...but I had other pressing needs, as well as the wanting and needing to be closer to home, and near my brother." she said then added, "So what about you?" she asked as she then took his hand in hers and led him to a nearby table to sit while they talked. _________________ <--N'rwe's Hatching Festival Dress
<--Kieran (Kier)
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As M'ren took her hand, placing it on his arm, he escorted T'ka over to the drink table. She gratefully took the red wine he offered her, taking a sip as he grabbed his own.
By that look in M'ren's eyes, she could tell he was speaking to Scar...of course had Scar wanted to...he could of opened the link with her...and allowed her to hear them, or she could even ask Jalaran to work her charm and find out from Scar what was going on, but T'ka found out long ago...that tactics like that was just plain rude and inconsiderate.
That conversation between them was private and she had no right to interfere in them...not to mention that had Scar wanted her to know what they said, he could just as easily tell her himself...just as Jalaran can speak with her and just as all of the dragons could.
She waited patiently, sipping at her wine...until he finally spoke again.
Glancing around and spotting a couple of the trainees, she looked back at M'ren. "I believe that you may have your hands full...but yes a bit busy." she replied softly with a smile.
As she glanced to her left, she noticed N'rwe nearby with Dakon. Turning back to M'ren, "Have you met N'rwe yet? She just arrived this afternoon, a transfer from Keldarra. She's originally from around here you know!" she said, then not waiting for an answer, she slipped her arm through his again, then steered him toward N'rwe and Dakon. _________________ <--T'ka's Hatching Festival Dress
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There was absolutely no other way to say it, Gawyn was terribly late. After leaving the Hatching Ground with Cronus, the boy had had to chase the rambunctious dragonling all around the Warren, while the mischievious little thing taunted <Come and catch me it you can, but I doubt you will, you're just a man.> Apparently the dragon was just as creative in that sense as his new rider was. They ran through the Green and all the amazing decorations and stands that were being put up, around the Dining Hall, into the Barracks, out of the Barracks, and finally got lost in the maze of tunnels in one of the caves they had entered.
Finally catching hold of the little blue, the young man spun around and tried to back track. After a few wrong turns, and more than a couple deadends, the pair made it back to the entrance of the caves, and from there made a beeline back to the barracks, so Gawyn could change out of his now filthy white clothes.
Because it didn't seem as though anyone had laid out an out fit for him, and also because he hadn't been given any other clothing yet, the young man decided to put on this outfit (except with a blue tabard sporting a sword with the blade pointing up, an eagle behind it, and a mountain behind them both) he had worn on stately occasions during his time as a Landbound prince and give it just one last huzzah, before it was forever packed away.
Turning back to his new found friend, Gawyn not knowing how this communication thing worked exactly decided to try the whole telepathic thing. Now, I am going to the festival, you are going to stay here, and not get into any trouble what so ever. Understand?
<Oh, come on there were other dragons there> the blue complained.
I know, but none of them were leading their riders on wild goose chases, now were they?
<No, I suppose they weren't.> the miniture dragon replied a bit dejectedly.
Hold on a second. You know, if you're good, and don't get into much trouble, I might accidently slip a few nice pieces of meat into a small bag, and then absentmindedly let it slip out of my hand with the bag open just enough for you to slip your muzzle in to eat the contents, the young man grinned
<Oh, I would never wish for that to happen to such a great lad as yourself.> Cronus responded, the sarcasm evident in his voice, and with a bit of a grin himself, which looked rather funny seeing as he was a dragon and all. With that, Gawyn turned and strolled out of his room.
Hurrying down to the festival, the young man noticed that the Green was packed, and there were a number of different couples dancing, including the Beta Wing Leader and the Head Searcher, who would have thought it? Well, by the way they behaved on that one trail ride last month, and the few times he had seen the two together since, he decided that really wasn't as big a surprise as he had first thought.
Making his way over to one of the tables, he noticed that some Apple Cider had been set out. Apple Cider being one of his favorite non-alcoholic drinks, Gawyn just couldn't resist, and picked up a mug, pressing a few coins into the hand of the objecting young lady. He turned, and found an empty bench at a table to sit at while he rested from the irritating adventure he'd just had. _________________
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"You know you don't have to pay for that, right?" A voice laughed behind G'wyn, and then Sylvia plopped down onto the bench next to him. She fanned herself, her cheeks ruddy from exertion.
She was wearing a pale green gown which accented her flowing fiery hair and did nothing to hide what it was meant to conceal beneath.
Sylvia was already a bit tipsy. She had been dancing, and the men always offered to fetch her drinks, so she'd had a little wine, a mug of ale, and a few other drinks besides, including some of the apple cider which G'wyn had been gulping.
She nodded out toward the green where a dance floor had been assembled under a tent and winked at G'wyn. "Don't they all look so sweet out there? M'ren and T'ka, Agvnige and Jess, Lucio and K'ri... " and almost as an after thought, Sylvia blurted out to G'wyn, "Do you dance?" _________________ Sylvia rider of Juliethia
Trainee and Hatchling
Ismene Warren
Gawyn hadn't noticed Sylvia, in fact he hadn't really known she was there. He just hoped, as he took a gulp of Cider, and set his mug on the table, that if he did happen to run into her at some point, she wouldn't mention anything about his nice backside, because he did enough blushing in front of girls as it was without them doing or saying anything to provoke it, and a comment like that was sure to have him red again for a good while.
As if his thoughts had beckoned her to come, the young man heard a voice that sounded familiar, and turned out to belong to the person he had just been thinking of. Oh, no. It's her. What now? the boy thought, letting out a small yelp that he hoped she hadn't heard. As he rushed to stand up, Gawyn's arm hit his mug, knocking it over, and spilling most of the contents. "Great," he muttered as he quickly found a rag to mop up the caramel colored liquid before it could dribble onto Sylvia's dress.
"Lady Sylvia. Um...yes as a matter of fact I did know that, but it makes me feel better when I do," the young man replied, already stuttering and feeling the blood go to his face, and it had nothing to do with the dress the young lady was wearing either, seeing as he tried to keep his eyes on her face. Alright so maybe part of it was from the dress. Women. Would they ever be nice to men? I doubt it, he thought with a mild shake of his head.
Sitting back down for a moment, Gawyn commented, "Uh, Lady Sylvia, you're...um...looking a bit flushed. Are you alright? Can I get you anything?"
Following Sylvia's gaze as she spoke again, the boy nodded, "Uh...sweet?...Yes...I suppose so. If that's what you want to call it." He wasn't really that great with talking with girls if it wasn't about games or fighting.
"What? Do I dance? Well, I've been taught how, but I wouldn't say I'm the most graceful dancer in the world, and my dance instructor was never very pleased with me, but that might have something to do with me putting jam in his shoes, and pulling a number of other pranks," the young man realized he was rambling, and decided to stop. "Why? Would you care to dance? With-with-with me?" That was a little better, short and to the point. _________________
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Demetar began to walk up back to the food tables to get a good drink. Going up to the bar he grabbed a small cup of whisky and drank it down. Drinks didn't affect him as much as others but he decided one small cup was enough. Putting the cup down he then went up to the bar again and got himself some ale and sat down. As he slowly drank down the drink he looked around a bit bored. Festivals didn't always amuse him but they were relaxing.
*Are you a bit tired too?* Demetar asked his dragon
The large black dragon answered
Zelander was just like Demetar. He never liked the large festivals and always decided he would rather be out in the sky. Releasing a small breath a flame from his mouth he tried to make it look like a dragon wing but the flame came out like a black tornado instead. His flame ran short a few feet behind other dragons' flames but his flames could burn in high temperatures that ashes of the destroyed body sometimes were not left either. Doing a few flips in the sky the black dragon decided to land.
Demetar mean while back in the festival could sense his dragon practicing and decided to stop talking to him and maybe look around the festival. He could not make out who was rider or who was not but could tell many were villagers. Not seeing any of the new trainees he decided to turn back to the dance floor. Demetar just looked around a bit thinking about what to do next. Turning around he could finally spot some of the people he knew but decided not to interrupt anyone while they were dancing. Deciding to grab a sit he sat down and leaned back on the stool and entered his own thoughts of ripping wraiths apart for the warren and killing bandits. _________________ Zed(pronuced Zede (Zeel by rider)
Weapon Description (Temporery):: The Left hand scimitar is a a dark fire red which seems to capture sunlight and absorb it. The weapon usually gets very hot on warm days giving it the name Blazing Edge or Blazed. The other scimitar is lighet and reaches the color of a silverish blue. The blade seems to glow at times when light hits it at a certain way and might shine in the dark if it has been out in the daylight for enought time in the day light giving it the name Ceror which translates to a combination of the word light and ice. Both Scimitars are also a centimetar wider then normal scimitars.
To say that Agvnige was lost in paradise would have been a bit much but she was content and close to heaven as she stayed near Jess as they walked around the food section of the Green. Taking one of the oatmeal cookies that had some of her favorite nuts and some chocolate chips mixed in she nibbled on the cookie making sure to not get any crumbs down her front unless she was going to ask Jess to reach down and retrieve them out for her. She was tempted to do such a thing but decided to wait on the reaching for the time they would return either to her or his apartment.
Finishing off the cookie she laughed as she took the dart, looking its stem and feather over she smirked. “What you’ve forgotten the time back at Elle’s Inn when someone got a dart in his butt because he said I could never out maneuver him and his dragon?” she smirked as she remembered the scream he had let out, it was rather girl like and many of the men and herself had teased him for a whole two months after the event. Of course Elle had never allowed Aggie to play darts in her bar since then but it was fun.
Throwing the dart she decided to let him win her something and not her win something though she knew she could if she wanted to. Missing and nearly hitting one of the stuffed knight dolls that to aggie looked a bit like Jess’ret in armor she pouted as she stumped her foot. “Darn it seems my aims off today. Oh Jess think you could win me that doll right there?” she pointed to it hoping he would go along with her girlie game. _________________ If anyone recongizes this image and can prove me with a link to the site it comes from please PM me so I can credit it Properly.
Aggie's Hatchling Gown (that Tarika is making her wear)
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Silver Wing
Image by Tarnished Images
Turning his head he leaned his face against Kaiari’s as he began to hum the music the band members were playing, as he did his best to not step on her toes. As the song ended he spun her out and then back and dipped her. Smirking he stole a kiss and and pulled her up.
He then led her over to one of the booths that were selling gifts in honor of the Hatchling. “What gift would you like?” he asked as he held her hand. As a woman walked by holdign a bouget of flowers Lucio tossed her some coins and took a peach with red tips rose from her selection. Handing it to Kai he kissed her temple. “Sorry I’m not good with words, Kai.” _________________ Aer
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Drake(Adult)
Image from Tarnished Images
1Hatchling,2Feldling,3Dragonlet images byEmerald's Emporium
K'ri smiled as Lucio leaned his cheek against hers. She closed her eyes as she listened to his voice...humming along to the music. She liked the sound of his voice...even if he was only humming....it had a soothing effect.
When the song ended, and he twirled her out and then back in...then dipping her and stealing a kiss. She gave him a smile...for normally she would have pulled away from that...but she didn't...even found it a bit surprising that she didn't. She really was starting to overcome this small weakness...even if it was only with him.
As he led her to a table of gifts, she leaned in close, forgetting that he'd be able to feel that heat surging from her body...even if it seemed to be more than usual...perhaps due to the dancing they had just did...or...perhaps due to being close to him.
As he asked her what gift she would like, she turned to face him, "You are the only gift that is of any real importance to me! For if not for you...I doubt I would have overcome that small weakness that I had...or rather still have...but atleast when it comes to only you...I have overcome it" she replied softly as she looked toward the ground.
When he plucked a rose from a bouquet in a woman's hand, then handing the peach rose with red tips to her...kissing her temple...she looked up into his eyes with a smile. "Thank you...it is beautiful!" she said.
The rose truly was beautiful, its' coloring was perfect. At his next words, she smiled..."It's ok...no need for words." she said as she leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips...allowing him to feel that heat surging up through her body, and her lips. _________________ <--K'ri's Hatching Festival Dress
Tyae as she is hatching. (When she hatches)
Tyae when she is hatched and full grown!
Avatar and Siggy pic: Ancient Dragon Gallery
Name siggy made by me at: Glitter Text Graphics
Hatching Baby Dragon from: Arolos Weyr
Full grown Dragon image from: Tarnished Images
Dakon took N'rwe's hand and led her away from the drink table to towards the dancing floor. As they walked the musicians began to play, a light summer time melody that soon had many people dancing. Choosing an empty table, Dakon put his beer down before pulling a chair out for N'rwe and smiling.
Once she sat, he sat down across from her, one hand resting on the handle of his drink and the other arms thrown across the back of the chair. He put his right ankle on his left knee and leaned back, a look of relaxation flitting across his face. "Me? Well, to be honest, I went back to my mercenary job. I had no home, no family, no honor, so I became a masterless warrior. I came here with a caravan and we rested during a festival, and towards the end of the festival was a wraith attack. I helped defend the hatching cavern, and right then Thraekothar decided to hatch. Since then I have done what I can as a rider to protect this Warren, but it's a very radical change in life for me. Not until recently have I felt truly at home here." _________________
Jesseret looked at Aggie and then at the doll. "Hm, I think I can do that for you!" he said confidently. He hefted his dart, took aim at the circular bullseye, and let fly. The dart sailed through the air, straight and true...but not straight for the bullseye, unfortunately. Instead, it hit the metal rim, bounced off, and arced right toward the stallkeeper. Eyes wide with fright, the man dove for the dirt floor, and the dart passed harmlessly over his head. Its point drove home on another armored doll much like the one that Aggie had wanted. It had been a fairly powerful throw, and it stuck right between the doll's legs, jutting straight out from there.
Jesseret gulped. "Ah...I think that one is a better likeness..." he said, then he winced when he realized just how lame *that* had sounded. The stallkeeper grabbed up the knight doll from the other side and quickly presented it to Aggie. "For that...tremendous...shot, the brave knight wins the doll for the fair lady! And now...ah...perhaps you would like to go and play at my competitor's stall for a bit?"
Jessered nodded and took Aggie's arm. "Actually, I think we should go and find Tarika and M'ren, and find out what sort of plans they've got for introducing the new riders...before we go back to attend to those other things we talked about." _________________
Zeek couldn't believe it. Drat why is it that i'm always late Zeek said. After he had taken a bath in the springs and put on a blue silk shirt he had brought from home. along with a pair of blue pants. He attached a simple cape to hide his two-handed sword.
Zeek finally left his apartment an hour or so after the party had started. "If it hadn't been for the dang hawk" Zeek thought remembering all the trouble it had caused. But Zeek still felt like taking the long way. As he neared the festival, Zeek saw the jousting and quickly ran toward it. It had been for ever since he had jousted. Zeek had mounted up on tug and went in to join a game. As his opponent came at him Zeek ducked and dogded his pole his pole while he hit his mark right in his opponent's, chest knocking him from horse, flying into the dirt. Zeek ended up winning a spear which he gave to Valroug and went on to the food finding himself hungry.
After Zeek had ate and had his fill he noticed Demetar and walked over to talk with him. As he neared the other man, he said..."Hi Demetar!" and then began to walk beside him. _________________
This is valroug now
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<--T'ka's Hatching Festival Dress
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