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30.Nov.17, 08:35 AM
“Ahh, your Leaderness,” Z’ia purred, smiling cloyingly at the bronzerider who had finally deigned to show himself. The younger dragonrider did not bother to remove his feet from R’nya’s desk for several long moments, making it abundantly clear that he was only doing so because he wanted to, not because R’nya had demanded to know why they were there. Standing up languidly, Z’ia suffused his expression with innocence.
“I bring tidings from Ista, of which I am sure are exceedingly important.” He grinned at R’nya’s stony expression, completely at ease, despite the expression on the Weyrleader’s face. Or perhaps because of it. Z’ia was a hard man to intimidate, and he found the entire situation hilarious. Entertaining. A ball! He continued to grin impishly as he held out the missive, which he was fairly sure wasn’t important at all – if it were, it wouldn’t have been sent with a mere bluerider. Probably that was why R’nya looked so disgusted.
Letting himself flop back into R’nya’s chair, Z’ia flicked his feet back up on the edge of the desk, and watched as R’nya read the missive. “I do believe I’m expected to bring back a reply,” he said, the very essence of seriousness, before yelping in surprise when R’nya forced his feet off the desk, almost tipping Z’ia onto the floor in the process. Z’ia pouted, looking sourly up at R’nya. “That wasn’t nice.” He said, voice sullen, but blue eyes flickered with humour. It was interesting to see how one could press the buttons of others!
“Rhaedalyn, why don’t you be a dear and get us that drink? It’s such a pity the original ended up on the floor! Accidents do happen, though!” The sweetest possible smile was tilted at the woman, though half his attention was focused on seeing how R’nya would react to his suggestion.
“I bring tidings from Ista, of which I am sure are exceedingly important.” He grinned at R’nya’s stony expression, completely at ease, despite the expression on the Weyrleader’s face. Or perhaps because of it. Z’ia was a hard man to intimidate, and he found the entire situation hilarious. Entertaining. A ball! He continued to grin impishly as he held out the missive, which he was fairly sure wasn’t important at all – if it were, it wouldn’t have been sent with a mere bluerider. Probably that was why R’nya looked so disgusted.
Letting himself flop back into R’nya’s chair, Z’ia flicked his feet back up on the edge of the desk, and watched as R’nya read the missive. “I do believe I’m expected to bring back a reply,” he said, the very essence of seriousness, before yelping in surprise when R’nya forced his feet off the desk, almost tipping Z’ia onto the floor in the process. Z’ia pouted, looking sourly up at R’nya. “That wasn’t nice.” He said, voice sullen, but blue eyes flickered with humour. It was interesting to see how one could press the buttons of others!
“Rhaedalyn, why don’t you be a dear and get us that drink? It’s such a pity the original ended up on the floor! Accidents do happen, though!” The sweetest possible smile was tilted at the woman, though half his attention was focused on seeing how R’nya would react to his suggestion.
