03.Oct.13, 12:23 PM
Z'jan was impressed by Casa's command over her firelizards. He's not spent much time around the little creatures. And he'd definitely never realized how... useful they could be. Maybe he'd have to get one after all. Not that he had any idea how one 'got' a firelizard.
[ghalath] I'm not taking care of it[/ghalath] Ghalath grumbled with typical monotone moodiness [ghalath] and I'm not playing with it [/ghalath]
This time, Z'jan didn't bother to answer. He hadn't really been series anyway. Besides, he's rather focus on Casa's unalterable enthusiasm than his dragons mopey... uh... mopey-ness.
With a curious smile on his lips, Z'jan watched Casa's firelizards flit back. He glanced away politely as she dressed. He could manage that much decorum at least. All the while, he remained planted on the sands, arm outstretched goofily. He hadn't been kidding about that help up. But watching the young woman preparing herself for flight with such gusto, he couldn't bring himself to disrupt her. Instead he just waited, smiling, until she appeared ready to go.
"Sure, we can do straps... though you can't tell anyone how I cheat" he grinned cheekily "I was always awful at straps. Sometimes I don't even bother flying with them." He shrugged, then cleared his throat "Which of course you should never do." he added awkwardly. Just as a disclaimer.
With a pitiful smile, he wiggled his fingers slightly in the air. It was a much more effeminate gesture than he'd intended. "Now... how about a little help up?"
It was becoming more difficult to avoid explaining why he needed help up. But unless he asked, which he hoped she wouldn't, he wasn't about to explain. Sure, he could probably roll over on his belly and then get up on all fours, then to his feet. But he was trying to impress this future candidate. He didn't need her looking at him like he was a dimglow who couldn't figure out how to use his feet.
[ghalath] I'm not taking care of it[/ghalath] Ghalath grumbled with typical monotone moodiness [ghalath] and I'm not playing with it [/ghalath]
This time, Z'jan didn't bother to answer. He hadn't really been series anyway. Besides, he's rather focus on Casa's unalterable enthusiasm than his dragons mopey... uh... mopey-ness.
With a curious smile on his lips, Z'jan watched Casa's firelizards flit back. He glanced away politely as she dressed. He could manage that much decorum at least. All the while, he remained planted on the sands, arm outstretched goofily. He hadn't been kidding about that help up. But watching the young woman preparing herself for flight with such gusto, he couldn't bring himself to disrupt her. Instead he just waited, smiling, until she appeared ready to go.
"Sure, we can do straps... though you can't tell anyone how I cheat" he grinned cheekily "I was always awful at straps. Sometimes I don't even bother flying with them." He shrugged, then cleared his throat "Which of course you should never do." he added awkwardly. Just as a disclaimer.
With a pitiful smile, he wiggled his fingers slightly in the air. It was a much more effeminate gesture than he'd intended. "Now... how about a little help up?"
It was becoming more difficult to avoid explaining why he needed help up. But unless he asked, which he hoped she wouldn't, he wasn't about to explain. Sure, he could probably roll over on his belly and then get up on all fours, then to his feet. But he was trying to impress this future candidate. He didn't need her looking at him like he was a dimglow who couldn't figure out how to use his feet.