A Courtship of Dragons is a M/M Romance (it could be short, it could be a novella, it could be any size, I have no idea) told in short scenes, between two young dragons, Estenarven kin Boulderforce Clan Stoneheart and Mastekh kin Rainstorm Clan Flowflight. It’s pure fluff ‘n’ stuff and not intended to be anything other than that.
As of next week I’ll start posting these regularly on Wednesdays. I’ve had a bit of run on writing this over the last couple of days (and broken 100k for NaNo!), so I have a few weeks now stored up. I still have no idea where this is going or how long it’ll turn out, but Khennik joined the POV this morning, so who knows who’ll start talking next. (My money’s on those lieutenants, but I think Jesral will too if/when she shows up.)
I’ll also make a proper page, create a blurb and cover and start posting it on Wattpad at some point. Right now I’m just letting my brain recover.
In the meantime, Estenarven’s made it to the banquet and appears to be in a fine flirty mood.
KIN TEMPESTFURY WERE a lively bunch. Especially during the Storm Season, when their powers were high and they seized upon any excuse to throw a party. Hence this banquet, which had been dragged together on short notice to welcome the human ambassador, her Rift Rider guard and the dragon delegation assigned to accompany them throughout the Dragonlands.
Estenarven had visited a few dragon courts in his three and a bit centuries of life, but he’d rarely seen any quite as relaxed as this one. A high table stood at the head of the great hall, where the dragon elders, ambassador and captains of the Riders and their skyship were seated alongside the Elder of kin Tempestfury with a certain air of formality. The rest of the hall was taken up with long tables, a hundred Rift Riders and nearly three hundred dragons, all talking at once, reaching over each other for food and frequently swapping seats in search of a more interesting conversation.
He loved it. This was just his sort of night. Good food, even better wine and friendly people: what more could a dragon ask for?
Well, a seat closer to Mastehk might have been nice. Not that Estenarven wasn’t enjoying his present companions. He’d been seated next to two of the Rift Rider lieutenants, Anhardyne and Vish, who were a lot like him – loud, friendly and frequently flirty. Estenarven had liked them both from the moment he’d first met them, and any dinner spent next to them was bound to pass in laughter and merriment. It was just a shame that Mastekh had been seated with the other lieutenants on the opposite side of the table. One that was wide enough to support Estenarven in natural form and currently piled high with all kinds of delicious food – which had the unfortunate effect of obstructing his view.
It was too wide to share anything more than the occasional glance between platters, but Estenarven had still managed a fair few of at the beginning of the evening, wondering how long it would take before the seat beside Mastekh was empty. However, as time progressed, he noted the way the humans were taking care of his Puddle and started to relax. Mastekh would be safe with Nera and Gharrik. They were quiet and steady and would never drink too much or let the nervous dragon be overwhelmed by company.
Unlike Estenarven and his side of the table.
“A toast!” Anhardyne shouted, now seated on Vish’s lap, her stone goblet raised high. Whether there was much wine left in it, Estenarven was highly doubtful, but he still admired the fine sight the human pair made. She was tawny and gold, her fine blonde hair like a cloud around her head. Vish, by contrast, was dark and dusky, with long eyelashes that he fluttered in his lover’s direction to make Anhardyne laugh.
“To love and friendships and wine and song!” Anhardyne’s words raised a rousing cheer and she leant towards Estenarven, wine goblet first. “Drink, drink!” she urged, almost dropping the whole lot in Estenarven’s lap as Vish reeled her back in.
“Leave the dragon room to breathe, Hardy. You’ll never gain his attention that way.”
Catching the goblet before it could soak him, Estenarven grinned and raised it in a silent response to Vish’s flirty wink. Once he might have taken them up on their not-so-subtle offer. Rumour had it that neither human minded too much who shared their bed, as long as they all had fun, and it seemed that even after the pair of them had finally given into their mutual attraction, they were still open to offers, so long as both of them shared the fun.
He would have been tempted not too long ago. They were tall and athletic and exuberant, everything that Estenarven had revelled in since gaining control of his wings and his changes. But their kind of fun no longer seemed quite so appealing, and all because of the small dragon sitting hunched up on the other side of the table. Estenarven stared at Mastekh until he looked up, then raised the goblet in a silent toast and held Mastekh’s eyes as he drained every last drop, slowly licking the last few from his lips.
The Rainstorm flushed green with embarrassment and looked away, pretending to be interested in something Lieutenant Nera had to say.
A drunken giggle drew his attention to find both Vish and Anhardyne watching him with knowing smirks.
“You do like a challenge, don’t you?” Anhardyne snickered, closing her eyes as Vish ran his fingers up the back of her head, spearing them through her hair.
“I’m pretty sure those are the only ones worth having,” the second Rider chuckled as Anhardyne pressed into his hand, practically purring.
True enough. Estenarven reached across the table for the wine jug and refilled goblets for them all. “To worthy challenges,” he said, raising his drink.
“And rewards well won,” Anhardyne agreed, smiling slyly as she tapped her goblet against his.
Now that was definitely something he could drink to. He smiled and sat back, ready to make the most of whatever else the evening had to offer.
Yes, yes, Esten, but is Mastekh having as much fun as you?
Find out next Wednesday ;)