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27.Aug.13, 10:37 PM
Z'jan couldn't help but laugh, a wave of relief washing over him. O'wain had given him his excuse, how handy was that! And as the brownrider turned and headed for the water, Z'jan found himself, inexplicable, doing exactly as he was told: enjoying the show.
[ghalath] having fun[/ghalath]
Z'jan started, cleared his throat by default. Though he kept his eyes locked on O'wain until the other had taken his dive into the waves. Then he broke ranks. He had probably a few seconds, at most, to get to Ghalath and get gone before the other rider surfaced, did his wonder-boy hair flip, then could once more see Z'jan. First choice would to be aireborn and soaring off to his hut by then. The idea going between naked was a less appealing second.
[ghalath] tell people when you leave[/ghalath]. But Z'jan was sprinting, and in no state to answer. His feet cut into the sand, bits of forest debris falling off like no longer need camouflage. [ghalath] it'd be easier [/ghalath]
Z'jan was nearly there. He heard O'wain's whoop. No! He wasn't going to make it. He was one of the fastest runners he knew, but the distance was just too far. He'd have to improvise. He slowed to a jog, catching his breath, trying to pretend he'd kept his pace this whole time.
O'wain shouted something he couldn't hear. Z'jan turned to look, gave a big fake smile (which probably looked genuine from this distance) and raised a hand. Yeah, Hi, still here, be there soon... yadda yadda.
Ghalath shifted as he arrived. Z'jan didn't see why, until he realized the green had been sitting on his clothes. They were covered in sand, and damp, oddly... Why are you sleeping on... and why are they wet?
[ghalath] the shirt blew into the water.[/ghalath] Z'jan eyed her dubiously. [ghalath]I got it back.[/ghalath] Then sat on it so it couldn't dry?[ghalath] I wasn't going to chase it all afternoon [/ghalath]
He grabbed the soggy bundle. The pants, in their proximity the shirt, were now wet as well. And sandy. Just thinking about the chaffing made him shudder. Now what? "Tell Nishkath that --" [ghalath] No.[/ghalath]
"Fine!" the whole thing was making Z'jan oddly irritated. He hated complicated things. Why was this becoming so damn complicated?! In a huff, he pulled on the wet clothes, gritting his teeth against the abrasive sand. The pants were a bitch to get on. Just like they were to get off, he recalled. Eventually he succeeded. He jumped up on Ghalath and the green flexed her wings.
[ghalath] home?[/ghalath] "No. Drop me over the water." Ghalath tilted her head back to look at him "Just do it. Please."
The green rumbled; took off. Her short wings had to punish the air in order to get the rest of her boxy frame aireborn. But once she was up there.... Z'jan savored the feeling of the wind against his face. The gusty whitenoise. Peace.
Ghalath looped over O'wain, low enough that Z'jan could jump without worrying too much about a perfect landing. He released the riding straps, stood up on her back, balancing precariously, and jumped.
[ghalath] you make no sense [/ghalath]
...but Z'jan was too busy free falling to reply.
[ghalath] having fun[/ghalath]
Z'jan started, cleared his throat by default. Though he kept his eyes locked on O'wain until the other had taken his dive into the waves. Then he broke ranks. He had probably a few seconds, at most, to get to Ghalath and get gone before the other rider surfaced, did his wonder-boy hair flip, then could once more see Z'jan. First choice would to be aireborn and soaring off to his hut by then. The idea going between naked was a less appealing second.
[ghalath] tell people when you leave[/ghalath]. But Z'jan was sprinting, and in no state to answer. His feet cut into the sand, bits of forest debris falling off like no longer need camouflage. [ghalath] it'd be easier [/ghalath]
Z'jan was nearly there. He heard O'wain's whoop. No! He wasn't going to make it. He was one of the fastest runners he knew, but the distance was just too far. He'd have to improvise. He slowed to a jog, catching his breath, trying to pretend he'd kept his pace this whole time.
O'wain shouted something he couldn't hear. Z'jan turned to look, gave a big fake smile (which probably looked genuine from this distance) and raised a hand. Yeah, Hi, still here, be there soon... yadda yadda.
Ghalath shifted as he arrived. Z'jan didn't see why, until he realized the green had been sitting on his clothes. They were covered in sand, and damp, oddly... Why are you sleeping on... and why are they wet?
[ghalath] the shirt blew into the water.[/ghalath] Z'jan eyed her dubiously. [ghalath]I got it back.[/ghalath] Then sat on it so it couldn't dry?[ghalath] I wasn't going to chase it all afternoon [/ghalath]
He grabbed the soggy bundle. The pants, in their proximity the shirt, were now wet as well. And sandy. Just thinking about the chaffing made him shudder. Now what? "Tell Nishkath that --" [ghalath] No.[/ghalath]
"Fine!" the whole thing was making Z'jan oddly irritated. He hated complicated things. Why was this becoming so damn complicated?! In a huff, he pulled on the wet clothes, gritting his teeth against the abrasive sand. The pants were a bitch to get on. Just like they were to get off, he recalled. Eventually he succeeded. He jumped up on Ghalath and the green flexed her wings.
[ghalath] home?[/ghalath] "No. Drop me over the water." Ghalath tilted her head back to look at him "Just do it. Please."
The green rumbled; took off. Her short wings had to punish the air in order to get the rest of her boxy frame aireborn. But once she was up there.... Z'jan savored the feeling of the wind against his face. The gusty whitenoise. Peace.
Ghalath looped over O'wain, low enough that Z'jan could jump without worrying too much about a perfect landing. He released the riding straps, stood up on her back, balancing precariously, and jumped.
[ghalath] you make no sense [/ghalath]
...but Z'jan was too busy free falling to reply.
