31.May.14, 01:45 PM
Z’ia turned a brilliant smile upon Rhaedalyn at her squirming invitation, lifting the girl’s hand to place a feathery light kiss upon the back of her knuckles. Squeezing the hand gently, Z’ia tilted his head, an action that sent his own dark curls bouncing around his face. “I’d be delighted!” he lied flawlessly, green eyes sparkling with his faux delight. After all, what could possibly be more delightful than sweltering in the heat of the Sands, while the grumpy golden bitch glared around at everyone and Rhaedalyn prattled on brainlessly about silly female things?
Z’ia was pleased Aveleth was asleep, allowing him the luxury of not carefully shielding the true opinion he had of the young goldrider and her fat dragon. Aveleth was, of course, to blame for the entire mess, with his soft pleas to ‘save’ the girl; Z’ia was pretty sure the only thing the woman needed saving from was herself, and while he was certainly equipped to save all of Pern from her prattling, he was well aware that that wasn’t Aveleth’s intention. A pity, really; the last thing they needed was for her to produce offspring.
Z’ia barely refrained from scrunching his nose up at the thought; instead, he wove his fingers gently through Rhaedalyn’s and flashed the girl another bright smile. “Let’s stop by the kitchens, first!” A snack would be very useful for assisting with keeping his mind occupied with more than the silly bitch’s idle prattle. Additionally, if he were lucky, he would spot D’hys along the way; the other bluerider was largely unreliable, but occasionally seemed to find it worth his own agenda to remove Z’ia of an unanticipated hook-up with Rhaedalyn.
Plague grumbled lowly, still glaring at Rhaedalyn.
Z’ia was pleased Aveleth was asleep, allowing him the luxury of not carefully shielding the true opinion he had of the young goldrider and her fat dragon. Aveleth was, of course, to blame for the entire mess, with his soft pleas to ‘save’ the girl; Z’ia was pretty sure the only thing the woman needed saving from was herself, and while he was certainly equipped to save all of Pern from her prattling, he was well aware that that wasn’t Aveleth’s intention. A pity, really; the last thing they needed was for her to produce offspring.
Z’ia barely refrained from scrunching his nose up at the thought; instead, he wove his fingers gently through Rhaedalyn’s and flashed the girl another bright smile. “Let’s stop by the kitchens, first!” A snack would be very useful for assisting with keeping his mind occupied with more than the silly bitch’s idle prattle. Additionally, if he were lucky, he would spot D’hys along the way; the other bluerider was largely unreliable, but occasionally seemed to find it worth his own agenda to remove Z’ia of an unanticipated hook-up with Rhaedalyn.
Plague grumbled lowly, still glaring at Rhaedalyn.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia