An Autumn Agenda [OPEN]

There are others, the blue murmured, as he walked sedately along beside the river, heading for the edge of the lake. They had landed some time earlier, the young dragon wishing to walk for some reason Z’ia had not been made privy to. Around both their heads, the three green firelizards zipped, playing in the warm sunshine.

“Oh? Who is it?” Z’ia was not overly concerned. There were usually others at the lake, especially dragonriders. With Katila being as warm as it was, and most of the river being occupied on such days by those without the delights of a flying dragon’s wings, the lake edge was popular for solo expeditions or small groups. Whomever it was, they could avoid them if need be – not that Z’ia saw any need to avoid anyone, unless they were severely annoying, or posed a threat to Aveleth’s good mood.

It is Besulth, Aveleth informed Z’ia, and the little bluerider grinned. Since graduating, he hadn’t spent nearly enough time over the past several turns with his classmates. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy their company – for the most part, Z’ia enjoyed everyone’s company – but rather that like most of them, he had moved into different circles upon graduation. Being swept under D’hys’ wing had definitely been cause of a large circle gap. The older bluerider could be so fussy about whom he bothered to spend time with.

“What’re they doing?” Z’ia asked, holding an arm up for Plauge who landed on it dutifully, the green climbing up to perch on his shoulder, her tail wrapping around Z’ia’s neck while Destiny and Chastity flickered around his head. Aveleth meandered along, speaking lowly as his pace slowed down and he came to a stop. Oiling?

“Then they shouldn’t mind company!” Z’ia cheered good naturedly, rubbing Aveleth’s soft hide reassuringly and urging him onwards. Taking the opportunity while the blue paused, Z’ia slipped down his side and bounced his way up the beach, leaving the timid dragon to catch up. Chastity landed gently on Aveleth’s head, but Destiny shrieked in delight and took off after the tiny bluerider.

When he was ostly close enough to be heard, Z’ia slung out a greeting, “Heeeeeeeeey C’viiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir!” and continued his bouncing, sand skittering journey until he came to a stop not a few feet from Besulth’s nose. “Sup?” A cheesy grin formed on Z’ia’s face, green eyes sparkling.

Wow, Zi'a is so dusty. Sorry ><; He should sort himself out in a couple of posts.