14.Apr.14, 10:22 AM
“S’kef needn’t worry about my actions towards or with you,” Z’ia was only a bluerider, an interesting one that had similar goals at times, but still only a bluerider. J’ver had worked every angle for turns to raise a brownrider to the top when a bronzerider would have been easier but doing such a thing with a bluerider was laughable even by him. Z’ia had his uses and would be lifted up when needed but he’d never sit on the ruling throne, though courting a foolish goldrider would help him for the moment. They were another obstacle that had to be dealt with but it would have to wait until things settled down a bit more.
“I believe she already is rather enthralled, Z’ia,” J’ver remarked not about sewing but the girl’s interest in the curly haired man keeping him company. “I do so like seeing you both together. It always leaves me with a sense of wonder and curiosity. Which one will corrupt the other? Will she make you eternally sweet with flowers weaved in your hair or will you teach her your skills in and out of the bedroom?” He had only ever slept with Z’ia during flights but he had no complaints about the man’s ability.
“Anyway, enjoy the sweater and I’ll work on warmer clothing for you when we return to Telgar. I’d hate for any of my favourite people to freeze their asses off.” J’ver reached over and brushed away a ball of fluff that clung to the shirt he gifted Z’ia and smiled. He really had done a marvellous job with that one.
“I believe she already is rather enthralled, Z’ia,” J’ver remarked not about sewing but the girl’s interest in the curly haired man keeping him company. “I do so like seeing you both together. It always leaves me with a sense of wonder and curiosity. Which one will corrupt the other? Will she make you eternally sweet with flowers weaved in your hair or will you teach her your skills in and out of the bedroom?” He had only ever slept with Z’ia during flights but he had no complaints about the man’s ability.
“Anyway, enjoy the sweater and I’ll work on warmer clothing for you when we return to Telgar. I’d hate for any of my favourite people to freeze their asses off.” J’ver reached over and brushed away a ball of fluff that clung to the shirt he gifted Z’ia and smiled. He really had done a marvellous job with that one.