12.Aug.13, 03:26 AM
The half a step was not missed, though Z'ia made no comment on it and to all intents and appearances, did indeed seem oblivious to the girl's movement. He wasn't quite sure what kind of response would be behind her steps towards him, and the tiny bluerider was in no mood to be slapped silly by some ridiculous and hysterical woman. Too much effort, but most importantly, it would raise questions that he didn't want to answer. Like, why was Rhaedalyn hitting him; he also didn't want to deal with R'nya when he decided the girl attacked him because he threw himself on her. Ugh. That bronzerider needed to be disposed of, but S'kef wouldn't let him, for whatever reason.
Z'ia studied Rhaedalyn with slightly narrowed eyes, still playing on his fear and distrust of the woman keeping her blabbing mouth shut, as she spoke. Her compliment was met with a slight pursing of his lips, and a slightly heavier narrowing of the eyes, emphasising his distrust. Z'ia wanted to make sure his fear of her blabbing got through her thick skull, and was unimpressed by how much he felt he was playing up something that should have been blatantly obvious. He was also snnoyed and somewhat wary of the gold poking at his mind, though Aveleth was protective and he was well skilled, it was still a mild worry. From the things Aveleth said at random sometimes, Z'ia was quite convinced the dragon was much smarter than her human. Add in the draconian ability to poke through minds and the bluerider was suitably wary of her. He played that off as a sort of twisted respect for her size and colour.
"It's okay." His voice was low, and slowly spoken, still watching her cautiously as he reached out to pull Aveleth back from where he was suddenly staring at Aradissicath. The flash of hot read that spiked through the dragons eyes caused Z'ia to give a strong tug, looking shocked. Aveleth's eyes so rarely displayed such a strong emotion as pure anger, the little bluerider almost toppled back on his rear when th dragon sat back suddenly, lifting Z'ia in the process - since he was clinging to Aveleth's head knob and tugging on it - before the little man let go and dropped to the ground, looking utterly confused.
I would never. he didn't bother to filter his voice from Z'ia, who turned his frowning and slightly indignant look upon Aradissicath, wondering what the younger dragon had said to spike such a reaction in Aveleth. The indignant anger that was still swirling in his dragon's belly was beyond unknown to Z'ia, who had never felt his dragon ever embrace such an emotion, and his fingers were trembling slightly as he reached out to brush a hand over Aveleth's cheek. The dragon flinched terribly, before his eyes mellowed back down into a slightly horrified expression and he drew back behind Z'ia once more, not making a sound.
"Ah," the fact that Z'ia was genuinely lost for words was not lost on the man, but he had no idea how to respond or what to do. Clearly, Aradissicath had said something that insulted Aveleth, and Z'ia figured that meant she had implied something about him though his dragons words made no sense if that were the case. Z'ia's gaze flickered between gold rider and gold dragon. Kiddo? What was that? Aveleth just gave a great snort of disgust and Z'ia's eyes popped a little more before he turned to look at the gold pair, pointing his right pointer finger at the pair of them.
"You do weird things to my dragon. Stop it." Aveleth used to make sense. Now he made none. Ever. Save the girl, pretty thoughts, almost dropping him, getting angry, abandoning him to the pair and spending a day dong only the wild whers knew what... What the fuck in Faranth's great golden arse were they doing to his dragon? Z'ia pouted spectacularly at Rhaedalyn.
iPad of doom.
Z'ia studied Rhaedalyn with slightly narrowed eyes, still playing on his fear and distrust of the woman keeping her blabbing mouth shut, as she spoke. Her compliment was met with a slight pursing of his lips, and a slightly heavier narrowing of the eyes, emphasising his distrust. Z'ia wanted to make sure his fear of her blabbing got through her thick skull, and was unimpressed by how much he felt he was playing up something that should have been blatantly obvious. He was also snnoyed and somewhat wary of the gold poking at his mind, though Aveleth was protective and he was well skilled, it was still a mild worry. From the things Aveleth said at random sometimes, Z'ia was quite convinced the dragon was much smarter than her human. Add in the draconian ability to poke through minds and the bluerider was suitably wary of her. He played that off as a sort of twisted respect for her size and colour.
"It's okay." His voice was low, and slowly spoken, still watching her cautiously as he reached out to pull Aveleth back from where he was suddenly staring at Aradissicath. The flash of hot read that spiked through the dragons eyes caused Z'ia to give a strong tug, looking shocked. Aveleth's eyes so rarely displayed such a strong emotion as pure anger, the little bluerider almost toppled back on his rear when th dragon sat back suddenly, lifting Z'ia in the process - since he was clinging to Aveleth's head knob and tugging on it - before the little man let go and dropped to the ground, looking utterly confused.
"Ah," the fact that Z'ia was genuinely lost for words was not lost on the man, but he had no idea how to respond or what to do. Clearly, Aradissicath had said something that insulted Aveleth, and Z'ia figured that meant she had implied something about him though his dragons words made no sense if that were the case. Z'ia's gaze flickered between gold rider and gold dragon. Kiddo? What was that? Aveleth just gave a great snort of disgust and Z'ia's eyes popped a little more before he turned to look at the gold pair, pointing his right pointer finger at the pair of them.
"You do weird things to my dragon. Stop it." Aveleth used to make sense. Now he made none. Ever. Save the girl, pretty thoughts, almost dropping him, getting angry, abandoning him to the pair and spending a day dong only the wild whers knew what... What the fuck in Faranth's great golden arse were they doing to his dragon? Z'ia pouted spectacularly at Rhaedalyn.
iPad of doom.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia