22.Sep.13, 08:34 PM
[ghalath] she's not a child[/ghalath] Ghalath mused, pinning Z'jan with a faraway gaze.
Z'jan paused, unsure what his dragon meant. He glanced over and up at the now standing Casa. A young girl, sure... but Ghalath was right. Not a child. Not by a long shot. He ran a hand behind his neck foolishly, wondering how much of an ass he'd just made of himself. Let's play a game? What, like fetch? He'd been patronizing without even realizing it.
[ghalath]besides[/ghalath] the green grumbled [ghalath] I don't like games[/ghalath].
You don't have to play... once I think of it. Besides, I've had enough of your games lately...
Z'jan followed Casa's glance up to the nearby cliff, the one she said she'd jumped from. He smiled again, a little to himself. He was impressed with the girl. A lot of girls seemed content enough to stay home and brush their hair, but she was different. And he liked different.
"I'll have Ghalath take us," he said with a smile, ignoring the No that invaded his mind. "We can give you a little riding practice. Not that I'm to be emulated in any way, you understand." He said the last bit with mock-seriousness. With a smile, butt still planted in the sand, he held up his hand.
"Now, if you'll be so kind as to help this old man up--" he grinned. But seriously: sitting down with bruised ribs was one thing, but using his core muscles to stand back up again? Not the best feeling ever.
But she didn't need to know that much. After all, she was just a girl... er... sort of.
Z'jan paused, unsure what his dragon meant. He glanced over and up at the now standing Casa. A young girl, sure... but Ghalath was right. Not a child. Not by a long shot. He ran a hand behind his neck foolishly, wondering how much of an ass he'd just made of himself. Let's play a game? What, like fetch? He'd been patronizing without even realizing it.
[ghalath]besides[/ghalath] the green grumbled [ghalath] I don't like games[/ghalath].
You don't have to play... once I think of it. Besides, I've had enough of your games lately...
Z'jan followed Casa's glance up to the nearby cliff, the one she said she'd jumped from. He smiled again, a little to himself. He was impressed with the girl. A lot of girls seemed content enough to stay home and brush their hair, but she was different. And he liked different.
"I'll have Ghalath take us," he said with a smile, ignoring the No that invaded his mind. "We can give you a little riding practice. Not that I'm to be emulated in any way, you understand." He said the last bit with mock-seriousness. With a smile, butt still planted in the sand, he held up his hand.
"Now, if you'll be so kind as to help this old man up--" he grinned. But seriously: sitting down with bruised ribs was one thing, but using his core muscles to stand back up again? Not the best feeling ever.
But she didn't need to know that much. After all, she was just a girl... er... sort of.