21.Sep.13, 09:28 PM
Z'jan smiled, raising an eyebrow at the girl. "You know, I'm not sure if anyone's called me interesting before. Crazy, sure. But interesting?"
He shrugged, laying backwards on the sand next to her. The water from their swim was just beginning to dry. Most of the bruises from Ghalath's flight had faded, but he still worried that perhaps she would notice and start asking questions. Z'jan wasn't sure he could handle a 'where babies come from' conversation. And a little part of him was even wondering if he was being indecent: shirtless, in wet undershorts, sprawled next to a girl hardly old enough to stand at a hatching. He probably was. of course, he wasn't trying to be. But the idea of getting up and putting on his clothes merely for modesty's sake seemed annoyingly unnecessary.
Besides, if this girl really was set on riding a dragon some day, whatever the color, she was likely to see a lot more 'immodesty' than a single shirtless dragonrider with a few fading bruises.
Z'jan felt himself getting sleepy. The sun, the sand... talking. The lap of the lake water from the ripples Ghalath was created out in the middle. It was like a siren's lullaby, tempting him to sleep. He blinked frantically, forcing his eyes to focus. How would the poor girl feel if he fell asleep on her? Well, not on her... but...
He needed to move. He wasn't practiced in self reflection; in fact, he found it more tiring than any physical activity. "Say!" he said, throwing her a mischevious grin, "what say we--"
Z'jan paused.
Hm.
He wasn't sure how to end that sentence. Hadn't exactly thought it through. Blundering, he looked over at the splashing firelizards for help. But they ignored him, clearly enjoying their own game. A game.
"Why don't we play a game?"
[ghalath] what game is that, hm?[/ghalath]
I'll wing it.
He shrugged, laying backwards on the sand next to her. The water from their swim was just beginning to dry. Most of the bruises from Ghalath's flight had faded, but he still worried that perhaps she would notice and start asking questions. Z'jan wasn't sure he could handle a 'where babies come from' conversation. And a little part of him was even wondering if he was being indecent: shirtless, in wet undershorts, sprawled next to a girl hardly old enough to stand at a hatching. He probably was. of course, he wasn't trying to be. But the idea of getting up and putting on his clothes merely for modesty's sake seemed annoyingly unnecessary.
Besides, if this girl really was set on riding a dragon some day, whatever the color, she was likely to see a lot more 'immodesty' than a single shirtless dragonrider with a few fading bruises.
Z'jan felt himself getting sleepy. The sun, the sand... talking. The lap of the lake water from the ripples Ghalath was created out in the middle. It was like a siren's lullaby, tempting him to sleep. He blinked frantically, forcing his eyes to focus. How would the poor girl feel if he fell asleep on her? Well, not on her... but...
He needed to move. He wasn't practiced in self reflection; in fact, he found it more tiring than any physical activity. "Say!" he said, throwing her a mischevious grin, "what say we--"
Z'jan paused.
Hm.
He wasn't sure how to end that sentence. Hadn't exactly thought it through. Blundering, he looked over at the splashing firelizards for help. But they ignored him, clearly enjoying their own game. A game.
"Why don't we play a game?"
[ghalath] what game is that, hm?[/ghalath]
I'll wing it.