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30.Sep.13, 09:54 PM
The slight stutter rolled off Z'ia like water off a well oiled dragon's hide, so used to it was he, for Aveleth often had difficulty articulating, particularly in times of distress, and while it wasn't quite the same type of stuttering, it was on the same playing filed. Perhaps even, Aveleth's was worse, because it was never easy to understand a distressed and frantic dragon who couldn't get his own mind to articulate what was going on. A child who was simply having a little trouble coughing out the right word in one piece was no trouble at all to understand, and it passed by Z'ia without any notice.
A soft laugh escaped Z'ia, and he shook his head. "Cinnamon buns aren't the best of lunches," he smiled, eyebrows arching up as he held his hands out dramatically. "You'll shrink like me, instead of growing tall!" Considering the bluerider's tiny five-foot three height, and his eternally buoyant mood, it wouldn't be hard to take him at face value; after all, surely he did indeed live on a diet of sugary goodness, and clearly that was why he was so damned tiny he barely came up to the chest of most of his fellow dragonriders!
Aveleth's nostrils quivered as the sweet was held out towards him, eyes flashing with delight and quiet shyness, and he didn't take the offered item. Z'ia rolled his eyes dramatically and turned questioningly towards his dragon, though he didn't say a word vocally. ... You've gotten chattier, but still too wary to take food from strangers? Aveleth just adjusted his head slightly so he could keep one eye on the cinamon goodness in Casa's hands while giving Z'ia the most pathetic look in the history of blue dragons. Z'ia sighed dramatically.
"They are the child's lunch, Aveleth! You can't have it all!" Z'ia shook his head, winking at Casa. "Aveleth has a very big weakness for cinammon buns." After a moment of thought, Z'ia decided to take the girl up on the offer to collect one from her little bag, flashing her a thankful smile. "You can eat that; he won't take it." Extracting one of them, Z'ia refrained from pulling a face as he held it up and suddenly found himself being eyeballed very avidly by Aveleth. The dragon crept closer and Z'ia looked dramatically at the bun, then back at his dragon.
"Is this what you want?" And he wiggled it around a little, laughing brightly when Aveleth reached out and knocked Z'ia over before he could run around and lead him a wild chase, holding his rider donw with one large foot while he snuffled out where the cinammon bun had landed, and nearly inhaled it, rumbling in pleasure. He didn't bother to let Z'ia up too fast, the man struggled playfully as Aveleth cleaned this muzzle, before worming out so he could bounce to his feet and slap the dirt off himself. Aveleth just continued with watching Casa in amusement.
A soft laugh escaped Z'ia, and he shook his head. "Cinnamon buns aren't the best of lunches," he smiled, eyebrows arching up as he held his hands out dramatically. "You'll shrink like me, instead of growing tall!" Considering the bluerider's tiny five-foot three height, and his eternally buoyant mood, it wouldn't be hard to take him at face value; after all, surely he did indeed live on a diet of sugary goodness, and clearly that was why he was so damned tiny he barely came up to the chest of most of his fellow dragonriders!
Aveleth's nostrils quivered as the sweet was held out towards him, eyes flashing with delight and quiet shyness, and he didn't take the offered item. Z'ia rolled his eyes dramatically and turned questioningly towards his dragon, though he didn't say a word vocally. ... You've gotten chattier, but still too wary to take food from strangers? Aveleth just adjusted his head slightly so he could keep one eye on the cinamon goodness in Casa's hands while giving Z'ia the most pathetic look in the history of blue dragons. Z'ia sighed dramatically.
"They are the child's lunch, Aveleth! You can't have it all!" Z'ia shook his head, winking at Casa. "Aveleth has a very big weakness for cinammon buns." After a moment of thought, Z'ia decided to take the girl up on the offer to collect one from her little bag, flashing her a thankful smile. "You can eat that; he won't take it." Extracting one of them, Z'ia refrained from pulling a face as he held it up and suddenly found himself being eyeballed very avidly by Aveleth. The dragon crept closer and Z'ia looked dramatically at the bun, then back at his dragon.
"Is this what you want?" And he wiggled it around a little, laughing brightly when Aveleth reached out and knocked Z'ia over before he could run around and lead him a wild chase, holding his rider donw with one large foot while he snuffled out where the cinammon bun had landed, and nearly inhaled it, rumbling in pleasure. He didn't bother to let Z'ia up too fast, the man struggled playfully as Aveleth cleaned this muzzle, before worming out so he could bounce to his feet and slap the dirt off himself. Aveleth just continued with watching Casa in amusement.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
