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02.Jun.13, 10:08 AM
“Yep!” Z’ia grinned good naturedly as he stroked Plague gently with one hand. “A batch of candidates went camping down by the lake for some reason, and I went along because why not? We found the firelizard eggs while we were down there. Of course, no one had seen them for decades, so we mostly thought they were tunnel snakes and the like.” Z’ia smirked sideways at Plague who grumbled softly under her breath but nuzzled his cheek none-the-less. “I found Plague’s egg then; it squeaked when I shook it so I kept it. I was hoping for a tunnel snake.” A wicked smirk played over his lips and Z’ia tapped the side of his nose. He would have had such fun putting the little creature in Tsuen’s hut, too!
“Heaps of the kids Impressed at an actual hatching that someone’s brat stumbled across, though,” he continued, “and most of those were accidental. They just like food, and most of the kids were running around with some type of food in hand or crumbs on their faces.” He shrugged, still smiling cheerfully. “Hunger is hunger, apparently.” He knew for a fact that R’nd had not intended to post, and there were several others – the green slut with a firelizard sucking his face, the bitchy little weyrbrat with one hanging off her toe while it drank her blood. It had been amazing!
“I’m gorgeous,” Z’ia agreed valiantly, executing a perfect bow for the brown dragon before rising, and a sly look was given to C’vir and Z’ia smiled, radiating innocence. “Reckon I could arrange for you to Impress by accident, if you want.” The mischievous bluerider’s eyes flickered to look up at Besulth, most of his attention was on C’vir, though he was clearly baiting the temperamental brown about a topic the dragon obviously didn’t like.
Z’ia’s attention had reverted to soothing Chastity, who was still sulking, when his mind was invaded by Besulth, and the curly head shot up, laughter bouncing free at the way C’vir’s response had been so swift to the dragon’s teasing prompt, and wicked green eyes sized up C’vir pointedly, a teasing smirk on the bluerider’s lips. “Reckon you don’t get much moonlight either,” he teased, eyebrows wriggling suggestively as he grinned at C’vir.
You are a terrible person, Z’ia! Contrary to his words, Aveleth’s voice was riddled with gentle amusement as he nuzzled Z’ia in the side and turned his own amused eyes upon C’vir, wondering how the brownrider would react to his silly human’s prompting. Z’ia’s mood was buoyant and pleasant, and Aveleth was quite certain that while the human wouldn’t get uppity if C’vir stalked off, he also knew Z’ia wouldn’t push the other man, either and would likely laugh it off… and then go and find a troublesome greenrider to torment.
“Heaps of the kids Impressed at an actual hatching that someone’s brat stumbled across, though,” he continued, “and most of those were accidental. They just like food, and most of the kids were running around with some type of food in hand or crumbs on their faces.” He shrugged, still smiling cheerfully. “Hunger is hunger, apparently.” He knew for a fact that R’nd had not intended to post, and there were several others – the green slut with a firelizard sucking his face, the bitchy little weyrbrat with one hanging off her toe while it drank her blood. It had been amazing!
“I’m gorgeous,” Z’ia agreed valiantly, executing a perfect bow for the brown dragon before rising, and a sly look was given to C’vir and Z’ia smiled, radiating innocence. “Reckon I could arrange for you to Impress by accident, if you want.” The mischievous bluerider’s eyes flickered to look up at Besulth, most of his attention was on C’vir, though he was clearly baiting the temperamental brown about a topic the dragon obviously didn’t like.
Z’ia’s attention had reverted to soothing Chastity, who was still sulking, when his mind was invaded by Besulth, and the curly head shot up, laughter bouncing free at the way C’vir’s response had been so swift to the dragon’s teasing prompt, and wicked green eyes sized up C’vir pointedly, a teasing smirk on the bluerider’s lips. “Reckon you don’t get much moonlight either,” he teased, eyebrows wriggling suggestively as he grinned at C’vir.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
