19.Nov.13, 09:33 AM
It never even occurred to Z’ia that Casa might be hoping for and half expecting to be given a lift to the kitchens on his precious Aveleth. Z’ia, not entirely without cause, was extremely protective of his young blue, and could count exactly one person that had ever been given permission to ride the beast – and that permission had not come from him. On their way home from spending the day well out of the Weyr for the execution, Aveleth had just about demanded (which was saying something!) that they have the honour of transporting Rhaedalyn and her then very young hatchling Aradissicath back to the Weyr. Z’ia had not been pleased, but he did not have the heart to tell Aveleth no.
Rhaedalyn was certainly a special case, though, and Z’ia was still puzzling over Aveleth’s cryptic request for his rider to ‘save’ the girl. Unfortunately for Casa, Aveleth had made no such request for her, and he certainly hadn’t made demands that they ride him back to the Weyr proper. Quite the contrary, the blue dragon had stood up when the two human’s did, backed up and pushed himself into the air with a strong take off. Little dust eddies stirred from the power of his wing beats, before Aveleth was a length or two above them. He waited a few moments before angling for the Weyr and gliding with a seemingly effortless grace in that direction.
Z’ia flashed a bright grin on Casa. “C’mon, before we’re left for feline dinner!” Dark green eyes widened dramatically, laughter in his voice which came out as a full laugh at Aveleth’s indignant (and private) exclamation that he would never let Z’ia become food for felines. Giving Casa’s hand a tug, Z’ia then proceeded to set out at a paced jog in the direction of the Weyr, letting the girl set the pace, well aware that she hadn’t been training like a bitch with a Wing; her endurance and fitness were not something he expected to be particularly noteworthy at all.
“Sweets await!” Screw eating healthy, when there were kitchens to be raided!
We can thread them raiding the kitchen if you want, or we can thread something more date-relevant, and off-camera their co-working thievery.
Annnd, you’re welcome to toss up a reply, or lock it as is! Since they’re well on the way to the kitchens, I figure it’s a pretty good place to end it?
Rhaedalyn was certainly a special case, though, and Z’ia was still puzzling over Aveleth’s cryptic request for his rider to ‘save’ the girl. Unfortunately for Casa, Aveleth had made no such request for her, and he certainly hadn’t made demands that they ride him back to the Weyr proper. Quite the contrary, the blue dragon had stood up when the two human’s did, backed up and pushed himself into the air with a strong take off. Little dust eddies stirred from the power of his wing beats, before Aveleth was a length or two above them. He waited a few moments before angling for the Weyr and gliding with a seemingly effortless grace in that direction.
Z’ia flashed a bright grin on Casa. “C’mon, before we’re left for feline dinner!” Dark green eyes widened dramatically, laughter in his voice which came out as a full laugh at Aveleth’s indignant (and private) exclamation that he would never let Z’ia become food for felines. Giving Casa’s hand a tug, Z’ia then proceeded to set out at a paced jog in the direction of the Weyr, letting the girl set the pace, well aware that she hadn’t been training like a bitch with a Wing; her endurance and fitness were not something he expected to be particularly noteworthy at all.
“Sweets await!” Screw eating healthy, when there were kitchens to be raided!
We can thread them raiding the kitchen if you want, or we can thread something more date-relevant, and off-camera their co-working thievery.
Annnd, you’re welcome to toss up a reply, or lock it as is! Since they’re well on the way to the kitchens, I figure it’s a pretty good place to end it?
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia