30.May.14, 02:05 AM
Z’ia smiled slightly, amused. “If they can’t get something like your hair right, Rhaedalyn, why should anything else be given any credit?” He patted her gently on the back as the girl draped herself over him, resisting the urge to roll his eyes with her gaze locked elsewhere. Women were such a chore, and Z’ia was quite thankful indeed that he hadn’t ended up bonded to a green; having women around him was painful enough – having one in his brain sounded worthy of a long trip between. Not that firelizards were much better, of course.
Z’ia shot Plague a smug smile when she squawked unhappily at him, before hissing disdainfully at Rhaedalyn as she landed on the other shoulder. The horrible human was hogging her favourite sitting spot, and Plague was clearly less than amused by such a thing. Z’ia shifted his hand from Rhaedalyn’s back to pet Plague soothingly. Untangling himself gently from Rhaedalyn, Z’ia took her empty hand in his own and pretended to ignore the way Palgue shifted to her preferred shoulder and gave Rhaedalyn a disdainful glare.
“What did you have planned for the evening?” A pause, and his fingers loosened where they were holding her hand gently. “Did you have plans?” The expression he now wore warned of his fear of interrupting – or further delaying – any plans the girl might have for the evening. Plague ruffled her wings where she was sitting, and glared with one narrowed eye at Rhaedalyn.
Z’ia shot Plague a smug smile when she squawked unhappily at him, before hissing disdainfully at Rhaedalyn as she landed on the other shoulder. The horrible human was hogging her favourite sitting spot, and Plague was clearly less than amused by such a thing. Z’ia shifted his hand from Rhaedalyn’s back to pet Plague soothingly. Untangling himself gently from Rhaedalyn, Z’ia took her empty hand in his own and pretended to ignore the way Palgue shifted to her preferred shoulder and gave Rhaedalyn a disdainful glare.
“What did you have planned for the evening?” A pause, and his fingers loosened where they were holding her hand gently. “Did you have plans?” The expression he now wore warned of his fear of interrupting – or further delaying – any plans the girl might have for the evening. Plague ruffled her wings where she was sitting, and glared with one narrowed eye at Rhaedalyn.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia