20.Sep.13, 12:43 AM
Oblivious as always, Z'jan had meant every word earnestly. Duplicity required too much planning, something Z'jan wasn't very good at. So he kept his goodnatured smile plastered to his face, completely in the dark as to how a young woman might actually have taken his comments.
The barrage of questions caught him off guard. He'd never been asked that before... any of those things. After all, he was just Z'jan the un-extraordinary greenrider. What did anyone want with his story? But the fact that someone, even just a girl like Casa, was curious about his experience... well. He felt kind of important now--
[ghalath]big head[/ghalath]
--and was instantly deflated. He frowned at his green, but quickly turned it into a smile, for Casa's sake.
"Hm. Well, this right here is a great reason" he said, wading up onto shore and then flopping down just above the waterline. He patted the warm sand next to him, winking conspiratorially. "I'm not much for politics, but a candidate who likes dragons and wants to be around Dragonriders" he left his obvious but unstated mention of the stolen candidates hang in the air "is bound to make a damn good Dragonrider, I think."
"As for impression" he leaned in close, as though barely able to contain a big secret "...it's weird. Good weird, but weird." He grinned. "You don't really realize what it will be like to have another conscious being sharing your thoughts until it happens. It's like someone knocked down a wall to your hut while you were walking around in your underwear. It takes some getting used it."
At this point, easily distracted, he'd forgotten the rest of her questions. Keeping multiple bullet points in his mind was not one of his few many talents. He tended to talk the way he climbed; finding the easiest route to the obvious goal.
"Are you not a candidate, then? I just figured. Most people like you are." Then, realizing the ambiguous nature of the statement. "I mean...you know: young, pretty, dragon friendly girls hanging out by lakes."
[ghalath]...[/ghalath]
Z'jan waited for the snarky comment from his green, but it never came. It seemed even Ghalath had given up on him this time.
The barrage of questions caught him off guard. He'd never been asked that before... any of those things. After all, he was just Z'jan the un-extraordinary greenrider. What did anyone want with his story? But the fact that someone, even just a girl like Casa, was curious about his experience... well. He felt kind of important now--
[ghalath]big head[/ghalath]
--and was instantly deflated. He frowned at his green, but quickly turned it into a smile, for Casa's sake.
"Hm. Well, this right here is a great reason" he said, wading up onto shore and then flopping down just above the waterline. He patted the warm sand next to him, winking conspiratorially. "I'm not much for politics, but a candidate who likes dragons and wants to be around Dragonriders" he left his obvious but unstated mention of the stolen candidates hang in the air "is bound to make a damn good Dragonrider, I think."
"As for impression" he leaned in close, as though barely able to contain a big secret "...it's weird. Good weird, but weird." He grinned. "You don't really realize what it will be like to have another conscious being sharing your thoughts until it happens. It's like someone knocked down a wall to your hut while you were walking around in your underwear. It takes some getting used it."
At this point, easily distracted, he'd forgotten the rest of her questions. Keeping multiple bullet points in his mind was not one of his few many talents. He tended to talk the way he climbed; finding the easiest route to the obvious goal.
"Are you not a candidate, then? I just figured. Most people like you are." Then, realizing the ambiguous nature of the statement. "I mean...you know: young, pretty, dragon friendly girls hanging out by lakes."
[ghalath]...[/ghalath]
Z'jan waited for the snarky comment from his green, but it never came. It seemed even Ghalath had given up on him this time.