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23.Oct.17, 12:25 AM
Damnit but R’nya sure was taking his sweet time! Z’ia huffed to himself, interrupting his humming for a moment, before shrugging and returning to the mild sound. So what? He’d been sent to Fort with a message for the Weyrleader, and he figured it didn’t really matter how long it took said Weyrleader to come and collect it. Z’ia himself didn’t have anything better to do with his time at present, and it wasn’t like sitting in the Weyrleader’s office and humming to himself was a bad way to spend some time. Not the most enjoyable of course, and if R’nya took much longer Z’ia was going to resort to his natural curiosity and begin poking around in the office. He smirked to himself, wondering what mischief he could cause by snooping. What kind of things would he find in the stuck-in-the-mud man’s personal office?
Plague took up Z’ia’s thoughts by acting upon them, her little lips pulled back to reveal her small, sharp teeth as she fluttered off his lap and began zooming around the office, stopping at a bookshelf she landed and began poking around. Z’ia watched her placidly for a little while, before growing bored of it, and returned to humming to himself, tapping one foot in motion with his self-improvised tune. He was thus engaged when he was rudely interrupted by a far too chipper Rhaedalyn. Z’ia tilted his head back, peering up at the goldrider with a lazy smile on his lips, green eyes bright with mischief at the opportunities that were presented to him simply by her entering the room – and alone no less! Plague swooped in, a little too low over Rhaedalyn’s head, and landed proudly on Z’ia’s chest. She sneered at the goldrider.
“Rhaedalyn,” Z’ia purred, tilting his head further to better see the young woman without actually moving or standing up. “You shouldn’t have.” He paused and looked down at the mess she had made on the desk and floor. “But then, you didn’t, did you?” He sighed dramatically. “I do hope you’re going to clean that up. R’nya is set to arrive any minute now, and I hardly think he’d appreciate you messing up his nice clean office.” It was probably more likely the bronzerider would blame Z’ia for the mess, but he didn’t care. He knew Rhaedalyn’s insecurities and he had no issue with playing with them for his own amusement. None in the slightest.
“I see your hair has finally grown back. You almost look like a girl now.”
Plague took up Z’ia’s thoughts by acting upon them, her little lips pulled back to reveal her small, sharp teeth as she fluttered off his lap and began zooming around the office, stopping at a bookshelf she landed and began poking around. Z’ia watched her placidly for a little while, before growing bored of it, and returned to humming to himself, tapping one foot in motion with his self-improvised tune. He was thus engaged when he was rudely interrupted by a far too chipper Rhaedalyn. Z’ia tilted his head back, peering up at the goldrider with a lazy smile on his lips, green eyes bright with mischief at the opportunities that were presented to him simply by her entering the room – and alone no less! Plague swooped in, a little too low over Rhaedalyn’s head, and landed proudly on Z’ia’s chest. She sneered at the goldrider.
“Rhaedalyn,” Z’ia purred, tilting his head further to better see the young woman without actually moving or standing up. “You shouldn’t have.” He paused and looked down at the mess she had made on the desk and floor. “But then, you didn’t, did you?” He sighed dramatically. “I do hope you’re going to clean that up. R’nya is set to arrive any minute now, and I hardly think he’d appreciate you messing up his nice clean office.” It was probably more likely the bronzerider would blame Z’ia for the mess, but he didn’t care. He knew Rhaedalyn’s insecurities and he had no issue with playing with them for his own amusement. None in the slightest.
“I see your hair has finally grown back. You almost look like a girl now.”
