23.Aug.13, 06:23 PM
Ghalath listened to O'wain, her head tilting slightly. People didn't usually talk to her. Mostly because she avoided them. She sized O'wain up. He was a male, a brownrider male, which was better than a female anything. And he didn't bother Z'jan. And his dragon wasn't pestering her. She relaxed slightly, and the release of tension at her wingjoints was visible.
She gave a constenting, if reserved, snort. Z'jan smiled, and gave her a parting pat before heading off with O'wain.
And while the joke about wood went right over her head, it wasn't lost on Z'jan who grinned, laughing. "Summon! Man, there were definitely days as a kid when I wished I could summon it. Nothing worse than being in the moment, but not being... you know, ready to go." He laughed again, more to himself, but clearly comfortable in O'wain's company. Hell, he was comfortable in anyone's company.
"That makes sense. I guess I wouldn't exactly want my hut floating away..." then he grinned, gravity of the possible catastrophe lost on him "though, hey, that could be kinda fun! Raft around downtown Katila on a plank, steal a candidate's robe for a sail." He restrained himself from going further in the imaginary scenario. After all, the topic had.. shifted. "A tan cock?" he couldn't help but laugh "I guess it's possible if you're out traipsing around with a boner. But isn't that more bluerider territory?" He smirked. "Actually I more meant my ass. I laid out once face down as a candidate on restday. Fell asleep for hours. Sitting through lessons the following morning..." he whistled "...not my finest hour."
He nodded at O'wain's fire-cook-swim-eat-swim plan.... missing the innuendo this time. Suited him just fine! And while he didn't actively oggle O'wain's body, he definitely made a note of his physique. Z'jan liked fit people. After all, he was fit. All that running and jumping and swimming... and while it was mostly fun for him, he knew that for others, staying fit was much more work than play. He respected individuals willing to exert the effort, and usually found them more attractive to boot. The body was an amazing thing, and you can't use it to its fullest unless it's in it's best shape! So went Z'jan's thoughts, at least.
He diverted his attention back to the task at hand. "Yeah, sure. I'll go other there, see what I can find, and meet you back here in a couple minutes?" It was as close to decisive planning as Z'jan ever got. Not exactly weyrleader material, this one.
She gave a constenting, if reserved, snort. Z'jan smiled, and gave her a parting pat before heading off with O'wain.
And while the joke about wood went right over her head, it wasn't lost on Z'jan who grinned, laughing. "Summon! Man, there were definitely days as a kid when I wished I could summon it. Nothing worse than being in the moment, but not being... you know, ready to go." He laughed again, more to himself, but clearly comfortable in O'wain's company. Hell, he was comfortable in anyone's company.
"That makes sense. I guess I wouldn't exactly want my hut floating away..." then he grinned, gravity of the possible catastrophe lost on him "though, hey, that could be kinda fun! Raft around downtown Katila on a plank, steal a candidate's robe for a sail." He restrained himself from going further in the imaginary scenario. After all, the topic had.. shifted. "A tan cock?" he couldn't help but laugh "I guess it's possible if you're out traipsing around with a boner. But isn't that more bluerider territory?" He smirked. "Actually I more meant my ass. I laid out once face down as a candidate on restday. Fell asleep for hours. Sitting through lessons the following morning..." he whistled "...not my finest hour."
He nodded at O'wain's fire-cook-swim-eat-swim plan.... missing the innuendo this time. Suited him just fine! And while he didn't actively oggle O'wain's body, he definitely made a note of his physique. Z'jan liked fit people. After all, he was fit. All that running and jumping and swimming... and while it was mostly fun for him, he knew that for others, staying fit was much more work than play. He respected individuals willing to exert the effort, and usually found them more attractive to boot. The body was an amazing thing, and you can't use it to its fullest unless it's in it's best shape! So went Z'jan's thoughts, at least.
He diverted his attention back to the task at hand. "Yeah, sure. I'll go other there, see what I can find, and meet you back here in a couple minutes?" It was as close to decisive planning as Z'jan ever got. Not exactly weyrleader material, this one.