08.Apr.14, 03:57 PM
Nimble fingers reached past Rhaedalyn, nabbing the edge of the paper tacked to the wall, and yanking it free with a deft tug. The other hand, fingers splayed, rested with butterfly softness at Rhaedalyn’s waist with little to no pressure applied. Z’ia leaned backwards as the paper was obtained. Z’ia lifted his free hand from the girl’s waist, before extending it once more to lightly grasp Rhaedalyn by the elbow, fingers gentle and light. The touch was intended to keep the girl from running, but there was the vague hope that she would read something else out of it (Z’ia wasn’t sure how she’d take it, but nor did he really care, so long as she didn’t freak at him).
Z’ia frowned slightly, clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth as he read the offending piece of writing, still holding Rhaedalyn’s elbow gently. When he finished reading, Z’ia freed Rhaedalyn in order to roll it up, and quietly offer it to her. His expression was dry, but there was a sparkle of amusement in the green of his eyes. “Some rather glaring faults with it,” he said mildly, quirking an eyebrow at Rhaedalyn, even as he reached up and out to give a light tug on a curly strand of hair. “Your hair is far from blonde,” he pointed out, smile blooming across his lips.
Z’ia frowned slightly, clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth as he read the offending piece of writing, still holding Rhaedalyn’s elbow gently. When he finished reading, Z’ia freed Rhaedalyn in order to roll it up, and quietly offer it to her. His expression was dry, but there was a sparkle of amusement in the green of his eyes. “Some rather glaring faults with it,” he said mildly, quirking an eyebrow at Rhaedalyn, even as he reached up and out to give a light tug on a curly strand of hair. “Your hair is far from blonde,” he pointed out, smile blooming across his lips.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia