30.Sep.13, 09:53 PM
Great Faranth, the girl was beyond annoying! Z'ia wsa sure he couldn't walk three steps before she was giggling again. If he weren't so confident in himself, the tiny bluerider would have been hard pressed not to be convinced there was something all over his arse or his hair or - something. Being giggled at as he pranced along was hardly enjoyable, but Z'ia brushed it off; the girl was so wrapped up in her giggly girliness, he was quite sure she was excited because 'squee, berries!' rather than 'omg, Z'ia has a squished bug on his butt'. The bluerider giggled to himself as he watched the girl linger on the edge of the trees, looking startled.
The tiny bluerider couldn't hear the girl's whisper, as he had immediately shot up into the upper branches of the closest tree, and went leaping across to the next tree, keeping an eye on the little goldrider with a wide and smirk-esque grin. The sing-song words were heard, however, and Z'ia laughed softly, not afraid of the sound being heard as he watched her move into the trees, and went skuttling along a branch himself before swapping trees with a leap, and moved on to the next one.
"Rhaaaaaayyyyyy-dalynnnn," Z'ia sing-songed back to the girl's questioning of his name, skittering through the trees until he was back behind her - the call having come out from in front of the goldrider - and he peered down, watching with amusement as she wandered through the dappled shade of the large trees. He followed behind her, quiet now despite any calls she might let out, seeking his response. He waited, just long enough to see the beginnings of faltering courage, before quietly dropping down the tree's trunk, and creeping up on the girl.
Slipping up behind her, Z'ia's fingers reached out to lightly place themselves over the girl's face, and he whispered a playful, "Guess who!" while remaining ready to bounce out of the way of attacks, eyes sparkling playfully. He was quite expecting screaming, flailing or even crying, but he waited with a playful and engaged look on his face, as if he were actually expecting nothing more than a giggle at his antics.You're trying to frighten her, Aveleth's voice was somewhere between disapointed and upset. Z'ia gave a mental shrug; I'm testing her limits.
The tiny bluerider couldn't hear the girl's whisper, as he had immediately shot up into the upper branches of the closest tree, and went leaping across to the next tree, keeping an eye on the little goldrider with a wide and smirk-esque grin. The sing-song words were heard, however, and Z'ia laughed softly, not afraid of the sound being heard as he watched her move into the trees, and went skuttling along a branch himself before swapping trees with a leap, and moved on to the next one.
"Rhaaaaaayyyyyy-dalynnnn," Z'ia sing-songed back to the girl's questioning of his name, skittering through the trees until he was back behind her - the call having come out from in front of the goldrider - and he peered down, watching with amusement as she wandered through the dappled shade of the large trees. He followed behind her, quiet now despite any calls she might let out, seeking his response. He waited, just long enough to see the beginnings of faltering courage, before quietly dropping down the tree's trunk, and creeping up on the girl.
Slipping up behind her, Z'ia's fingers reached out to lightly place themselves over the girl's face, and he whispered a playful, "Guess who!" while remaining ready to bounce out of the way of attacks, eyes sparkling playfully. He was quite expecting screaming, flailing or even crying, but he waited with a playful and engaged look on his face, as if he were actually expecting nothing more than a giggle at his antics.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia