26.Aug.14, 07:58 AM
The right thing to do, of course, would have been to scold Plague – and usually, Z’ia attempted at doing so for appearances sake. Presently, however, he simply could not be bothered and as there was no one around to see, saw no reason to do so. Rhaedalyn would cope, or not, but he wasn’t of a mind to care one way or the other as the girl fluttered her lashes at him and asked for a private word. Maybe she was going to break off whatever they were currently classified as? Plague gave an amused chortle, and Z’ia tapped her nose with a finger as he shrugged one shoulder at Rhaedalyn.
Wonderful news was not a set of words that Z’ia wanted to hear, and the only reason Rhaedalyn didn’t see him grimace was because she was too busy leading him back into the small rooms. Wonderful news from Rhaedalyn could be as simple as the sun shining and no rain that day, but the look on her face and the way she was holding his hand warned that ‘wonderful news’ was not going to be his type of wonderful. Not in the slightest – and it took quite a bit of work on the little bluerider’s part to smooth his features into quirky anticipation as they reached the centre of the room. Taking the lead from there, Z’ia lead Rhaedalyn to the bed and sat on the edge of it, pulling the girl down to do so as well.
He was not at all sure standing would be a good idea, and Rhaedalyn was starting to look more and more insane by the moment. Plague gave a chitter, the emotional undertones clearly indicating that she’d been of the opinion that Rhaedalyn was insane since day one of meeting her, and how could she be more insane? Z’ia, not interested in attempting to actually have a conversation with the little green, opted to ignore her as he looked at Rhaedalyn with every appearance of delighted anticipation. “What news might that be?”
He really could not think of anything Rhaedalyn would find wonderful, that he would feel the same about – and he was actually trying.
Wonderful news was not a set of words that Z’ia wanted to hear, and the only reason Rhaedalyn didn’t see him grimace was because she was too busy leading him back into the small rooms. Wonderful news from Rhaedalyn could be as simple as the sun shining and no rain that day, but the look on her face and the way she was holding his hand warned that ‘wonderful news’ was not going to be his type of wonderful. Not in the slightest – and it took quite a bit of work on the little bluerider’s part to smooth his features into quirky anticipation as they reached the centre of the room. Taking the lead from there, Z’ia lead Rhaedalyn to the bed and sat on the edge of it, pulling the girl down to do so as well.
He was not at all sure standing would be a good idea, and Rhaedalyn was starting to look more and more insane by the moment. Plague gave a chitter, the emotional undertones clearly indicating that she’d been of the opinion that Rhaedalyn was insane since day one of meeting her, and how could she be more insane? Z’ia, not interested in attempting to actually have a conversation with the little green, opted to ignore her as he looked at Rhaedalyn with every appearance of delighted anticipation. “What news might that be?”
He really could not think of anything Rhaedalyn would find wonderful, that he would feel the same about – and he was actually trying.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia