An Autumn Agenda [OPEN]

Z’ia grinned widely at the brown dragon, throwing the creature an exaggerated and overly coy wink in response to his greeting. Meanwhile, Aveleth gave a low croon that was somewhere between delight and mortification as he drew back away from his clutch mate, curling up while his eyes fluttered colours of the same emotions. His emotions were pleasant, pleased and past experiences with his fellow graduate told him that as uncomfortable as Besulth’s nature could make the timid blue, he had yet to push Aveleth beyond his threshold. It would probably happen someday, but it hadn’t yet and Z’ia saw no reason to anticipate such a thing.

“Ignore him?” Z’ia asked, upping the tone of scandal as he turned to stare at Besulth in shock. His mischievous smile had managed to be retained for a moment, before Z’ia let it take on life once more, curling over his lips delightedly. “How could you ever ignore such a wonderful creature?!” Z’ia extended his hand, indicating Besulth’s muzzle though he wasn’t impolite enough to actively touch the other man’s dragon without permission.

If I bathe, will you oil me? Aveleth’s soft voice floated into Z’ai’s mind and the young man turned to grin impishly at his dragon. “Of course, Kiddo.” That was, after all, why that had come down to the lakeside – well, part of it. Z’ia had also come to destress and enjoy messing around with his dragon and the three green firelizards chittering. Plague nuzzled Z’ia’s cheek gently as Destiny and Chastity took off from where they had been seated on Aveleth’s neck ridges.

Turning his attention upon Aveleth, Z’ia removed the flighting harness that was on the dragon and tidily put it aside where it would not get wet or damaged. He did not feel like making a new set any time soon! The current set was quite new enough. “Go!” He gave a playful shove to Aveleth’s cheek to turn the dragon towards the lake, and watched fondly as the blue pranced happily to the lake edge and splashed in.

“Both, actually,” Z’ia finally responded to C’vir, turning his attention to his fellow rider as Plague settled herself back onto his shoulder after scolding Destiny and Chastity and making sure they went with Aveleth to the water; the blue was flicking water at the two firelizards with his nose. “The weather is enjoyable enough that the water is inviting. Aveleth enjoys swimming, and usually he would have managed to bring Zeianth along, but D’hys had other plans for the day.”