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03.Apr.13, 08:30 AM
“The best kind of catch!” Z’ia agreed, grinning widely and throwing C’vir a teasing smile. The other man’s growing blush only further amused the tiny bluerider, though sparkling green eyes were as far as he took it. People reacted so funnily to such silly things! “No harm there, if he can back it up!” Anyone could talk big; it was following up those heavy words with actions that was the truly important thing.
Z’ia was personally pleased that his bedroom gossip was vastly under-exaggerated. Oh, there were hints occasionally of his darker streak, but the tiny rider was careful – troublemakers like that greenrider A’liran were not taken seriously, and they were the ones he targeted. Big mouths, a taste for danger and daring, and known to throw themselves around when wound up in lust. No one questioned it when that type came out of a bedroom looking damaged. Being a greenrider to boot they were almost entirely considered unimportant in the scale of things.
“Aveleth loves to swim,” Z’ia murmured in the slight pause, watching his dragon. Seconds later, however, the little bluerider was coughing and spluttering on laughter while Plague gave a screech and stared at C’vir with fiery coloured eyes. “Good F-faranth no!” Z’ia stuttered, still choking on his laughter, as he wiped away tears that had sprung up. “Definitely not!” Laughter was still ringing in the words, and curls bounced around as Z’ia shook his head, utterly bemused by such a terrible misconception. Weyrmate indeed!
“D’hys is rider of blue Zeianth. He is endeavouring to Weyrmate with our very own V’zire. Vikki is being very Vikki, but Dee is pretty determined so he’ll get his way eventually.” Considering that C’vir hadn’t recalled who D’hys was (Z’ia was going to have so much fun rubbing that in his friend’s ego), Z’ia wasn’t prepared to bet too much that he remembered V’zire’s honorific. Vikki should jog the man’s memory to the greenrider being their clutchmate, and if it didn’t, well, he’d just tease him for being so forgetful.
As for his relationship with D’hys, well, that was pretty easy: “D’hys is my bitch.” There wasn’t so much as a twitch or twinkle of amusement as Z’ia delivered that statement with a perfectly neutral expression, green eyes neither more nor less expressive than any other time. Plague chittered something, nuzzling at Z’ia’s ear before taking off lightly from his shoulder, the little green firelizard winging over to join Aveleth and her minions, scolding all three since she had apparently decided bathing was done and it was time to be oiled.
Aveleth, well used to the bossy little firelizard, ignored her as he finished his personal bathing, before leaving the water. Once out of it, he extended his wings and planted his feet firmly, shaking the water free from his body before trotting up the beach with the awkward dragon gait.Clean! he announced cheerfully to Z’ia alone, never having been big on public speaking, and then paused. His shy gaze shifted between the two humans and to look at Besulth, then back at Z’ia. Suspicion altered his features subtly.
… What did you do?
Z’ia was personally pleased that his bedroom gossip was vastly under-exaggerated. Oh, there were hints occasionally of his darker streak, but the tiny rider was careful – troublemakers like that greenrider A’liran were not taken seriously, and they were the ones he targeted. Big mouths, a taste for danger and daring, and known to throw themselves around when wound up in lust. No one questioned it when that type came out of a bedroom looking damaged. Being a greenrider to boot they were almost entirely considered unimportant in the scale of things.
“Aveleth loves to swim,” Z’ia murmured in the slight pause, watching his dragon. Seconds later, however, the little bluerider was coughing and spluttering on laughter while Plague gave a screech and stared at C’vir with fiery coloured eyes. “Good F-faranth no!” Z’ia stuttered, still choking on his laughter, as he wiped away tears that had sprung up. “Definitely not!” Laughter was still ringing in the words, and curls bounced around as Z’ia shook his head, utterly bemused by such a terrible misconception. Weyrmate indeed!
“D’hys is rider of blue Zeianth. He is endeavouring to Weyrmate with our very own V’zire. Vikki is being very Vikki, but Dee is pretty determined so he’ll get his way eventually.” Considering that C’vir hadn’t recalled who D’hys was (Z’ia was going to have so much fun rubbing that in his friend’s ego), Z’ia wasn’t prepared to bet too much that he remembered V’zire’s honorific. Vikki should jog the man’s memory to the greenrider being their clutchmate, and if it didn’t, well, he’d just tease him for being so forgetful.
As for his relationship with D’hys, well, that was pretty easy: “D’hys is my bitch.” There wasn’t so much as a twitch or twinkle of amusement as Z’ia delivered that statement with a perfectly neutral expression, green eyes neither more nor less expressive than any other time. Plague chittered something, nuzzling at Z’ia’s ear before taking off lightly from his shoulder, the little green firelizard winging over to join Aveleth and her minions, scolding all three since she had apparently decided bathing was done and it was time to be oiled.
Aveleth, well used to the bossy little firelizard, ignored her as he finished his personal bathing, before leaving the water. Once out of it, he extended his wings and planted his feet firmly, shaking the water free from his body before trotting up the beach with the awkward dragon gait.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
