21.Sep.13, 01:24 AM
Z'jan wasn't expecting the sudden appearance of firelizards. While not frightened of them, their appearance had definitely caused him to start. "Oh! Wow. Three of them them? I'd say you're off on the right foot, definitely." He smiled and gave a little chuckle, but creases formed on his brow. Firelizards had always perplexed him. He didn't view them in the same negative light as many of the dragonriders, but he did find the idea of bonding to one curious. Not that they weren't cute. He'd admit that much. But still... what did one do with a firelizard? And what must it be like to have several of them poking around in your mind all the time?
But his thoughts were wondering.
He listened intently to Casa, doing a relatively good job at hiding his smile when she referred to some boy as her 'wing second.' Z'jan didn't have much of a bias towards or against the girls riding greens, golds, whatevers. But for some reason, this comment made him curious. He found himself imagining alternate scenarios. One, where perhaps her and this Quenym grew up to lead the weyr together, gold and bronze. In the other, a passionate green/brown romance, maybe. Or maybe just her on a blue, the two of them standing against the world.
Z'jan blinked. Why was he thinking about these things? His mind wasn't his own today. It wanted to travel. It wasn't functioning in the present, but rather wanted to be everywhere that it wasn't: the future, the past...
"You can always trust the dragons." Z'jan said confidently, coming back to himself. "And if this Quenym has good sense, then sure, you can trust him too."
But Z'jan hesitated. A certain thought was drifting just behind his eyes, trying to pull him away... the thought of what might have happened, had he been asked to stand, instead of stolen. Would he have made the choice? And would it have been the right one? To leave sailing and seacraft forever behind?
He swallowed; faked a comfortable smile. "Just trust yourself, too." He poked the girls' head with his finger. "Make up your own mind." He hesitated.
"Then don't look back."
But his thoughts were wondering.
He listened intently to Casa, doing a relatively good job at hiding his smile when she referred to some boy as her 'wing second.' Z'jan didn't have much of a bias towards or against the girls riding greens, golds, whatevers. But for some reason, this comment made him curious. He found himself imagining alternate scenarios. One, where perhaps her and this Quenym grew up to lead the weyr together, gold and bronze. In the other, a passionate green/brown romance, maybe. Or maybe just her on a blue, the two of them standing against the world.
Z'jan blinked. Why was he thinking about these things? His mind wasn't his own today. It wanted to travel. It wasn't functioning in the present, but rather wanted to be everywhere that it wasn't: the future, the past...
"You can always trust the dragons." Z'jan said confidently, coming back to himself. "And if this Quenym has good sense, then sure, you can trust him too."
But Z'jan hesitated. A certain thought was drifting just behind his eyes, trying to pull him away... the thought of what might have happened, had he been asked to stand, instead of stolen. Would he have made the choice? And would it have been the right one? To leave sailing and seacraft forever behind?
He swallowed; faked a comfortable smile. "Just trust yourself, too." He poked the girls' head with his finger. "Make up your own mind." He hesitated.
"Then don't look back."