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23.Aug.13, 02:53 PM
Z'jan motioned dramatically with eyes towards O'wain and has half bow. "See, nice people. Nice dragon. Stop being needy." [ghalath] I'm not needy. I'm me... [/ghalath] Z'jan softened. He'd been making fun of her at her expense, which wasn't an unusual occurence, but it was different when other people around. In private, Ghalath gave as good as she took, and often got the better of Z'jan. But in public she tended to let Z'jan have the last word, and just keep her feelings, and her mouth, shut. She was uncomfortable with social banter, at best.
How could he have impressed a dragon so different from himself? Z'jan reached up and gave her eyeridge a firm scratch, rubbing bits of sand away from the delicate corners. Z'jan wasn't the best at social etiquette, sure, but he'd never ever had a problem being social. Ghalath, on the other hand, understood social etiquette in a way Z'jan had never grasped. But employing it? She'd sooner hunt tunnelsnakes for breakfast than seek out another dragon for a conversation.
"Sounds like a plan. And swim was great. It's so damn hot here, I don't understand why they didn't just build Katila right on the lake shore." You can do whatever you like. Nishkath is a big boy. He doesn't need anything from you. But he'd probably like you better if you didn't just sit there staring at him.
Ghalath shifted, punching her claws in and out of the sand. She turned her swirling eyes on O'wain, then Nishkath. Then back to Z'jan. [ghalath] doesn't need anything from me yet...[/ghalath]
Z'jan quirked an eyebrow. He had no idea what that meant. So he let it drop. Instead he turned to O'wain. The idea of stripping naked surprised him (not many people use it as a social icebreaker) but did not upset or discomfort him. Z'jan was naked a lot. Well, not a lot... but frequently. More than everyone else it seemed. He chuckled at O'wain's suggestion.
"Yeah, but I'll probably jump back in after we eat, rinse off. Easier than a napkin." He grinned "But after that, no promises! Though I you're missing an important part of this 'naked all the time' idea..." he threw a smirk at O'wain. He was already shirtless, but pulling up slightly at the leg of his pants revealed a dominant tan line halfway up his thigh. In a matter of centimeters, the tan skin morphed into exceedingly pale flesh "Heatburns, man! Gotta watch what you leave hanging out." He lifted his eyebrows suggestively. "Not that I speak from experience, or anything..."
How could he have impressed a dragon so different from himself? Z'jan reached up and gave her eyeridge a firm scratch, rubbing bits of sand away from the delicate corners. Z'jan wasn't the best at social etiquette, sure, but he'd never ever had a problem being social. Ghalath, on the other hand, understood social etiquette in a way Z'jan had never grasped. But employing it? She'd sooner hunt tunnelsnakes for breakfast than seek out another dragon for a conversation.
"Sounds like a plan. And swim was great. It's so damn hot here, I don't understand why they didn't just build Katila right on the lake shore." You can do whatever you like. Nishkath is a big boy. He doesn't need anything from you. But he'd probably like you better if you didn't just sit there staring at him.
Ghalath shifted, punching her claws in and out of the sand. She turned her swirling eyes on O'wain, then Nishkath. Then back to Z'jan. [ghalath] doesn't need anything from me yet...[/ghalath]
Z'jan quirked an eyebrow. He had no idea what that meant. So he let it drop. Instead he turned to O'wain. The idea of stripping naked surprised him (not many people use it as a social icebreaker) but did not upset or discomfort him. Z'jan was naked a lot. Well, not a lot... but frequently. More than everyone else it seemed. He chuckled at O'wain's suggestion.
"Yeah, but I'll probably jump back in after we eat, rinse off. Easier than a napkin." He grinned "But after that, no promises! Though I you're missing an important part of this 'naked all the time' idea..." he threw a smirk at O'wain. He was already shirtless, but pulling up slightly at the leg of his pants revealed a dominant tan line halfway up his thigh. In a matter of centimeters, the tan skin morphed into exceedingly pale flesh "Heatburns, man! Gotta watch what you leave hanging out." He lifted his eyebrows suggestively. "Not that I speak from experience, or anything..."
