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06.Apr.14, 12:48 PM
Z’ia was less than pleased with being ordered around by the meek dragons, but he was not entirely displeased over all. The well timed call from Rilaleeyth to Aveleth had saved him another tedious evening of sitting around while Rhaedalyn moped about the loss of everything and biting his tongue on the several prime comments he was still positively itching to make about her loss of hair. Aveleth had convinced him the girl was incredibly upset about it (as if he could not see that, anyway) and had managed to convince him further that saying something would not actually win him any points. Another thing Z’ia was quite aware of, thank you, but the comments were still burning to be spoken.
He should probably play up the whole prince charming thing and find the woman that had done away with Rhaedalyn’s curls and scold her, but Z’ia could not quite find the energy to bother. Besides, chances were the woman either was dead in all the mess, or would not remember. Then again, ti could be a lot of fun and it would win the annoying goldrider further to his side. Z’ia was not sure why he was still playing the stupid game he had going, but he was not about to give it up before he managed to completely tear down the castle he was building. After all, what was the point in all the effort, if he did not get to enjoy the destruction, too? He kept such thoughts carefully guarded away from Aveleth.
Slipping through the tent city that Katila had become, Z’ia and Aveleth made their way to where Rilaleeyth had instructed, and Z’ia waited outside to watch as the two dragons greeted each other. Aveleth had been careful to scan for Tyrrisath before approaching, but without the big brown around to scare his precious blue into a puddle, Aveleth was quiet and almost confident as he stretched his nose out to Rilaleeyth and licked her cheek lightly in greeting. Z’ia could not hear any conversation, and was inclined to believe his dragon did not speak to the green; Aveleth had never blocked him out before and he doubted he would start now. Some friendships did not really need words, Z’ia decided, smiling fondly at his dragon before ducking into the tent.
Throwing open the tent flap, Z’ia entered without announcing himself, pausing for just a moment in the doorway to let his eyes adjust to the gloomy light within. Sharp green eyes sought out and found J’ver, and Z’ia threw the man a smug smirk. “Gloomy lighting suits you, Princess.” Bouncing across the small room in his usual manner, Z’ia settled himself on the edge of the bed, being mindful not to jostle J’ver, while making no visible attempt to cater to the greenrider at all. Above him, Plague popped into being, chittering absently as she landed lightly on Z’ia’s left shoulder. Destiny and Chastity joined Aveleth, greeting Rilaleeyth with soft croons.
He should probably play up the whole prince charming thing and find the woman that had done away with Rhaedalyn’s curls and scold her, but Z’ia could not quite find the energy to bother. Besides, chances were the woman either was dead in all the mess, or would not remember. Then again, ti could be a lot of fun and it would win the annoying goldrider further to his side. Z’ia was not sure why he was still playing the stupid game he had going, but he was not about to give it up before he managed to completely tear down the castle he was building. After all, what was the point in all the effort, if he did not get to enjoy the destruction, too? He kept such thoughts carefully guarded away from Aveleth.
Slipping through the tent city that Katila had become, Z’ia and Aveleth made their way to where Rilaleeyth had instructed, and Z’ia waited outside to watch as the two dragons greeted each other. Aveleth had been careful to scan for Tyrrisath before approaching, but without the big brown around to scare his precious blue into a puddle, Aveleth was quiet and almost confident as he stretched his nose out to Rilaleeyth and licked her cheek lightly in greeting. Z’ia could not hear any conversation, and was inclined to believe his dragon did not speak to the green; Aveleth had never blocked him out before and he doubted he would start now. Some friendships did not really need words, Z’ia decided, smiling fondly at his dragon before ducking into the tent.
Throwing open the tent flap, Z’ia entered without announcing himself, pausing for just a moment in the doorway to let his eyes adjust to the gloomy light within. Sharp green eyes sought out and found J’ver, and Z’ia threw the man a smug smirk. “Gloomy lighting suits you, Princess.” Bouncing across the small room in his usual manner, Z’ia settled himself on the edge of the bed, being mindful not to jostle J’ver, while making no visible attempt to cater to the greenrider at all. Above him, Plague popped into being, chittering absently as she landed lightly on Z’ia’s left shoulder. Destiny and Chastity joined Aveleth, greeting Rilaleeyth with soft croons.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
