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01.Aug.13, 11:53 AM
Z'ia was, admittedly, a lot of things. Generally speaking, stupid was not one of them. But everyone makes mistakes.
The day had gone genuinely well, and the young bluerider had completed all his required tasks - both those on the books and off - before making himself, and his dragon, scarce for the evening. The day hadn't been too bad, weather wise, and while it was certainly still far too warm, it had not been a wet or too-muggy day. The dry heat was far more favourable, in Z'ia's not at all humble opinion, but escaping it for a while was still paramount. After carefully checking his riding gear, the young man had geared up his dragon, tossed on a rucksack filled with tasty treats (including several cinnamon buns for his wriggling dragon) and together they had fled the Weyr.
Flying was something Z'ia enjoyed immensely, and it was something the pair of them were very good at. Aveleth was a particularly talented blue, and while he would never be quite as nippy and quick as the greens, the young and timid dragon was quite good at zipping through the sky at high speeds, and doing interesting ducks and turns that kept his adrenaline seeking bonded happy. Despite all that, it could only satisfy the junky so much, and while Z'ia's first try at leaping off his dragon and plummeting to the ground had frightened Aveleth so badly he had barely managed to coordinate himself in time to actually catch his life mate, the pair had managed to figure out a routine in the years since, and perfected their very secret hobby.
Aveleth knew he out his tiny human in great danger every time Z'ia jumped off his back, and he also knew that he should find a more productive way for Z'ia to get his thrill. Despite that, Aveleth was also well aware of how much simple and pure joy the activity brought the man, and who was he to deny his lovely curly haired human what it was that made him happy? So long as Z'ia didn't trick him again, and promised to keep their hobby a secret, Aveleth had agreed to take part in it willingly. For his part, Z'ia was happy with the conditions.
The first time he had jumped off Aveleth, Z'ia had done it on impulse. He hadn't thought about how his dragon would respond, or what people would think if they saw him. He had had th sudden idea, and before it had even fully processed, he had taken a flying leap off his gleefully innocent dragon. It had nearly cost him his life, and earned him quite the scolding from D'hys, who (thankfully!) had been the only person to see the reckless move. While D'hys hadn't required it, and Z'ia hadn't out and out said anything, it was heavily implied by the tiny dragon rider that he wouldn't do it again, and in fact, as far as D'hys was aware it had been a one-hit wonder move. The degree to which Z'ia had frightened his precious dragon had, in fact, prevented him from repeating it any time soon. But he had, naturally.
Trips such as their current expedition were carefully managed. No company could come with them, because Z'ia had no desire to ruin his carefully maintained reputation as a mostly innocent little fellow who was great for a laugh and good company. He was aware of some of the nastier (and far more truthful) rumours that were spread by greenriders who had a tendency to be known as troublemakers. As a result, they were very rarely believed and Z'ia was the recipient of far more pity and understanding for being bad mouthed, than he ever was accused of such being truth. The little bluerider liked it that way, and had no desire - at all - to ruin any of it.
Additionally, Aveleth was generally very good about making sure that there was no one within range that would be able to see them playing their game of catch. He had grown to rather enjoy the challenge, and had perfected the trick of vanishing between to reappear well below Z'ia in order to catch him, in the unlikely event that he faltered too much in the beginning to catch up with him. It was a precaution that he had demanded to be well in control of before he let Z'ia jump for the second time.
Unfortunately, Aveleth almost exclusively broadened his senses to check the sky, rather than the mountainous terrain below them on such expeditions. He really should have known better, but they were rather a king distance outside Katila proper, and it had never occurred to the youngster that others might have been in the region, and landed for a snack, or to stretch their legs. He didn't check below, and so completely missed picking up on the very recognisable minds of Aradissicath and, in particular, Rhaedalyn. It was, perhaps, a good thing - Aveleth was like a moth to the light that was Rhaedalyn's mind; he so thoroughly enjoyed the active imaginings that went on within it, he would likely have been entirely distracted if he had known she was there.
The pair landed in a small clearing, Z'ia joking with the dragon with bright laughter and energetic gesticulation as he tugged off Aveleth's strapping, and tossed it on the ground, alongside the rucksack full of snacks. Plague, ever the pairs faithful companion, gave a chitter and a hiss before landing protectively beside the leathers and puffing up importantly. Z'ia worked very hard not to laugh as he petted her on the heas and quietly commanded Destiny remain with the other green. Chastity, as usual, was busy moping after D'hys. It was better that way, and Z'ia usually went out of his way not to bring the more quiet green firelizard in such expeditions; she was not a very good secret keeper. Destiny and Plague could be trusted, however, and they enjoyed the show!
Still laughing with Aveleth, Z'ia bounced up on top of his dragon, and Aveleth took off, Z'ia sticking to the smooth dragon hide without a care in the world. The little blue flew upwards lazily, swirling in woozy patterns and continuing to chat mildly with Z'ia, teasing him gently as they gained altitude, finally vanishing behind some of the low sitting clouds. It was, just as they vanished, that their leathers were discovered. A moment later, and the curly haired speck that was Z'ia, was toppling down through the clouds, followed a split second later by a plummeting dragon.
While, undoubtedly, the pair looked very much in distress to those upon the ground, the dragons unseen eyes were swirling pleasantly as he watched his human enjoy the sensation of freefalling, while he waited to be caught. Z'ia, reaching out suddenly (in a manner that made him look as if he was struggling to grab Aveleth) caused his controlled fall to become a spinning vortex, twisting rapidly around and around, before Aveleth's out reaching paw sent him steady for a moment, and then he was toppling head over heels.
Aveleth spotted their company about then, and the blue faltered in his flight, letting loose a bellow of surprise and terror that caused Z'ia's spinning to alter, and the man gave a harsh cry if his dragons name, snapping Aveleth back to reality - the dragon having fallen rather frighteningly behind in his effort to gawk at the people on the ground. Startled, Aveleth winked between and reappeared, snatching Z'ia out of the air at an alarmingly close range to the ground - certainly closer than the blue usually allowed Z'ia to become, and dropped the last couple of lengths to the ground, landing shamefully and curling up tightly. Z'ia, for his part, was unsure whether to be outraged or thrilled, as he wriggled out of Aveleth's grip.
"Kiddo -- the fuck?!" The exclamation was as far as Z'ia got before he was fed a very sudden image of the curly haired girl and her dragon, and Z'ia spun around, staring at them with massive eyes. When had they-? How had they-? Why were they-? Oh, damn. The blue riders face blanched. "Busted." Z'ia whispered, shrinking back against his dragon as well. The sudden furry of subtle relief he felt from Aveleth for their chosen theme was just as reassuring to Z'ia. Aveleth would never be able to convincingly lie to anyone, but especially not to the girl he liked so much for whatever reason. The truth, then, was the far better choice. Z'ia's face recoloured into a shameful blush, while Aveleth attempted to make himself invisible.
Plague settled on Z'ia's shoulder, while Destiny took up residence on Aveleth's nose. Z'ia's displeasure with the firelizards was not visible, but both were beign heavily reprimanded for not removing the girl from the clearing, or doing something to warn him. What good was a secret, if they let someone in on it?! Thankfully, Plague's displeasure at being scolded just looked like her usual grumpy self; Destiny was ignoring him, as per usual.
The day had gone genuinely well, and the young bluerider had completed all his required tasks - both those on the books and off - before making himself, and his dragon, scarce for the evening. The day hadn't been too bad, weather wise, and while it was certainly still far too warm, it had not been a wet or too-muggy day. The dry heat was far more favourable, in Z'ia's not at all humble opinion, but escaping it for a while was still paramount. After carefully checking his riding gear, the young man had geared up his dragon, tossed on a rucksack filled with tasty treats (including several cinnamon buns for his wriggling dragon) and together they had fled the Weyr.
Flying was something Z'ia enjoyed immensely, and it was something the pair of them were very good at. Aveleth was a particularly talented blue, and while he would never be quite as nippy and quick as the greens, the young and timid dragon was quite good at zipping through the sky at high speeds, and doing interesting ducks and turns that kept his adrenaline seeking bonded happy. Despite all that, it could only satisfy the junky so much, and while Z'ia's first try at leaping off his dragon and plummeting to the ground had frightened Aveleth so badly he had barely managed to coordinate himself in time to actually catch his life mate, the pair had managed to figure out a routine in the years since, and perfected their very secret hobby.
Aveleth knew he out his tiny human in great danger every time Z'ia jumped off his back, and he also knew that he should find a more productive way for Z'ia to get his thrill. Despite that, Aveleth was also well aware of how much simple and pure joy the activity brought the man, and who was he to deny his lovely curly haired human what it was that made him happy? So long as Z'ia didn't trick him again, and promised to keep their hobby a secret, Aveleth had agreed to take part in it willingly. For his part, Z'ia was happy with the conditions.
The first time he had jumped off Aveleth, Z'ia had done it on impulse. He hadn't thought about how his dragon would respond, or what people would think if they saw him. He had had th sudden idea, and before it had even fully processed, he had taken a flying leap off his gleefully innocent dragon. It had nearly cost him his life, and earned him quite the scolding from D'hys, who (thankfully!) had been the only person to see the reckless move. While D'hys hadn't required it, and Z'ia hadn't out and out said anything, it was heavily implied by the tiny dragon rider that he wouldn't do it again, and in fact, as far as D'hys was aware it had been a one-hit wonder move. The degree to which Z'ia had frightened his precious dragon had, in fact, prevented him from repeating it any time soon. But he had, naturally.
Trips such as their current expedition were carefully managed. No company could come with them, because Z'ia had no desire to ruin his carefully maintained reputation as a mostly innocent little fellow who was great for a laugh and good company. He was aware of some of the nastier (and far more truthful) rumours that were spread by greenriders who had a tendency to be known as troublemakers. As a result, they were very rarely believed and Z'ia was the recipient of far more pity and understanding for being bad mouthed, than he ever was accused of such being truth. The little bluerider liked it that way, and had no desire - at all - to ruin any of it.
Additionally, Aveleth was generally very good about making sure that there was no one within range that would be able to see them playing their game of catch. He had grown to rather enjoy the challenge, and had perfected the trick of vanishing between to reappear well below Z'ia in order to catch him, in the unlikely event that he faltered too much in the beginning to catch up with him. It was a precaution that he had demanded to be well in control of before he let Z'ia jump for the second time.
Unfortunately, Aveleth almost exclusively broadened his senses to check the sky, rather than the mountainous terrain below them on such expeditions. He really should have known better, but they were rather a king distance outside Katila proper, and it had never occurred to the youngster that others might have been in the region, and landed for a snack, or to stretch their legs. He didn't check below, and so completely missed picking up on the very recognisable minds of Aradissicath and, in particular, Rhaedalyn. It was, perhaps, a good thing - Aveleth was like a moth to the light that was Rhaedalyn's mind; he so thoroughly enjoyed the active imaginings that went on within it, he would likely have been entirely distracted if he had known she was there.
The pair landed in a small clearing, Z'ia joking with the dragon with bright laughter and energetic gesticulation as he tugged off Aveleth's strapping, and tossed it on the ground, alongside the rucksack full of snacks. Plague, ever the pairs faithful companion, gave a chitter and a hiss before landing protectively beside the leathers and puffing up importantly. Z'ia worked very hard not to laugh as he petted her on the heas and quietly commanded Destiny remain with the other green. Chastity, as usual, was busy moping after D'hys. It was better that way, and Z'ia usually went out of his way not to bring the more quiet green firelizard in such expeditions; she was not a very good secret keeper. Destiny and Plague could be trusted, however, and they enjoyed the show!
Still laughing with Aveleth, Z'ia bounced up on top of his dragon, and Aveleth took off, Z'ia sticking to the smooth dragon hide without a care in the world. The little blue flew upwards lazily, swirling in woozy patterns and continuing to chat mildly with Z'ia, teasing him gently as they gained altitude, finally vanishing behind some of the low sitting clouds. It was, just as they vanished, that their leathers were discovered. A moment later, and the curly haired speck that was Z'ia, was toppling down through the clouds, followed a split second later by a plummeting dragon.
While, undoubtedly, the pair looked very much in distress to those upon the ground, the dragons unseen eyes were swirling pleasantly as he watched his human enjoy the sensation of freefalling, while he waited to be caught. Z'ia, reaching out suddenly (in a manner that made him look as if he was struggling to grab Aveleth) caused his controlled fall to become a spinning vortex, twisting rapidly around and around, before Aveleth's out reaching paw sent him steady for a moment, and then he was toppling head over heels.
Aveleth spotted their company about then, and the blue faltered in his flight, letting loose a bellow of surprise and terror that caused Z'ia's spinning to alter, and the man gave a harsh cry if his dragons name, snapping Aveleth back to reality - the dragon having fallen rather frighteningly behind in his effort to gawk at the people on the ground. Startled, Aveleth winked between and reappeared, snatching Z'ia out of the air at an alarmingly close range to the ground - certainly closer than the blue usually allowed Z'ia to become, and dropped the last couple of lengths to the ground, landing shamefully and curling up tightly. Z'ia, for his part, was unsure whether to be outraged or thrilled, as he wriggled out of Aveleth's grip.
"Kiddo -- the fuck?!" The exclamation was as far as Z'ia got before he was fed a very sudden image of the curly haired girl and her dragon, and Z'ia spun around, staring at them with massive eyes. When had they-? How had they-? Why were they-? Oh, damn. The blue riders face blanched. "Busted." Z'ia whispered, shrinking back against his dragon as well. The sudden furry of subtle relief he felt from Aveleth for their chosen theme was just as reassuring to Z'ia. Aveleth would never be able to convincingly lie to anyone, but especially not to the girl he liked so much for whatever reason. The truth, then, was the far better choice. Z'ia's face recoloured into a shameful blush, while Aveleth attempted to make himself invisible.
Plague settled on Z'ia's shoulder, while Destiny took up residence on Aveleth's nose. Z'ia's displeasure with the firelizards was not visible, but both were beign heavily reprimanded for not removing the girl from the clearing, or doing something to warn him. What good was a secret, if they let someone in on it?! Thankfully, Plague's displeasure at being scolded just looked like her usual grumpy self; Destiny was ignoring him, as per usual.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
