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23.Aug.13, 01:51 AM
Z'jan had been debating whether or not to go for another dive off Ghalath's back, or dive into the deep and see how long he could hold his breath. As he debated with himself, the difficult decision began to lull him to sleep. His hand still rested on Ghalath's foot, who sat in the sand next to him, more like a watchful canine than a regal dragon.
Z'jan was drifting off, creeping along the border of sleep, when Ghalath grumbled:[ghalath] company[/ghalath]
Z'jan blinked back to consciousness. He hadn't been sleeping, he's just been... who was that? He eyed the brown dragon as it dove into the lake. [ghalath] Nishkath [/ghalath] she said simply, and Z'jan knew prying her for details wouldn't be the most effective. He peeked backwards at his green. She'd tucked her feet in closer, and dipped her snout unmistakably to her chest. Stumping.
[ghalath] I'm not [/ghalath]
"Yea you are. You're all tight and squashed and not moving."
Ghalath didn't respond. She eyed Nishkath with reservations, but not fear. As though just waiting for him to do something that would offend or disgust her... She's wasn't the most approachable green out there at the best of times, and she tended to prefer the company of herself. And Z'jan, that is. On the other hand, the idea of someone else in the vicinity woke Z'jan up instantly. What else could be better? Sitting around by yourself... lame. [ghalath] you're not by yourself[/ghalath]
"Don't get all broody teenager on me," he said -- right as O'wain came into view. Had the brownrider heard him? Did it matter? Regardless, he finished the rest in his head: You and I are the same. We can't be a apart. So don't give me this "isn't my company enough?" crap. But Z'jan was smiling as he spoke, and his answer, oddly, seemed to pacify Ghalath. She relaxed a bit from her gargoyle stance.
Z'jan smiled at O'wain, listening, as he slapped the sand off his hands. Company and a meal? Right after a day freefalling into the lake? Could this day get better? When was the last time he'd eaten? This morning? Had he skipped? He'd skipped, hadn't he.
[ghalath]skipped [/ghalath]
Figures.
"Hey! O'wain. I'm Z'jan... Ghalath's boy toy." Ghalath looked sadly down at Z'jan. She'd never liked his humor. Z'jan ignored her and continued: "And I'd love to, you have no idea. I'm starving. And beach roasted wherry sounds pretty damn good right now, I'm not gunna lie."
go play with Nishkath or something
Ghalath didn't even glance at the big brown, she just shut her lids halfway.
[ghalath]I don't play[/ghalath]
Z'jan sighed his 'whatever Ghalath' sigh. Got to his feet, brushing the sand off his ass. "I'm not particularly domestic, or I'd offer to get a fire going. Could give it a shot though?" but his confident shrug-smile didn't inspire a whole lot of... well, confidence.
Z'jan was drifting off, creeping along the border of sleep, when Ghalath grumbled:[ghalath] company[/ghalath]
Z'jan blinked back to consciousness. He hadn't been sleeping, he's just been... who was that? He eyed the brown dragon as it dove into the lake. [ghalath] Nishkath [/ghalath] she said simply, and Z'jan knew prying her for details wouldn't be the most effective. He peeked backwards at his green. She'd tucked her feet in closer, and dipped her snout unmistakably to her chest. Stumping.
[ghalath] I'm not [/ghalath]
"Yea you are. You're all tight and squashed and not moving."
Ghalath didn't respond. She eyed Nishkath with reservations, but not fear. As though just waiting for him to do something that would offend or disgust her... She's wasn't the most approachable green out there at the best of times, and she tended to prefer the company of herself. And Z'jan, that is. On the other hand, the idea of someone else in the vicinity woke Z'jan up instantly. What else could be better? Sitting around by yourself... lame. [ghalath] you're not by yourself[/ghalath]
"Don't get all broody teenager on me," he said -- right as O'wain came into view. Had the brownrider heard him? Did it matter? Regardless, he finished the rest in his head: You and I are the same. We can't be a apart. So don't give me this "isn't my company enough?" crap. But Z'jan was smiling as he spoke, and his answer, oddly, seemed to pacify Ghalath. She relaxed a bit from her gargoyle stance.
Z'jan smiled at O'wain, listening, as he slapped the sand off his hands. Company and a meal? Right after a day freefalling into the lake? Could this day get better? When was the last time he'd eaten? This morning? Had he skipped? He'd skipped, hadn't he.
[ghalath]skipped [/ghalath]
Figures.
"Hey! O'wain. I'm Z'jan... Ghalath's boy toy." Ghalath looked sadly down at Z'jan. She'd never liked his humor. Z'jan ignored her and continued: "And I'd love to, you have no idea. I'm starving. And beach roasted wherry sounds pretty damn good right now, I'm not gunna lie."
go play with Nishkath or something
Ghalath didn't even glance at the big brown, she just shut her lids halfway.
[ghalath]I don't play[/ghalath]
Z'jan sighed his 'whatever Ghalath' sigh. Got to his feet, brushing the sand off his ass. "I'm not particularly domestic, or I'd offer to get a fire going. Could give it a shot though?" but his confident shrug-smile didn't inspire a whole lot of... well, confidence.
