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14.Oct.18, 01:36 AM
Z’ia enjoyed Hatchings; not so much because he knew any of the Candidates (he didn’t) or because he cared who Impressed (he didn’t), but because he enjoyed the mayhem and the excitement. Z’ia was, above all else, an adrenaline junky and Hatchings were filled with high emotions. Add in the betting, and the bluerider was having a ball. The disastrous Hatching at Ista had added a lot more emphasis on the betting with who would and wouldn’t get mauled, and whether or not there would be any deaths in the group. The fact that Telgar didn’t let the girls stand for non-gold added in another high tier betting stake, and Z’ia had gotten most of the riders he socialised with (blues, browns and greens) in on the bets. While not everyone could or would attend the Hatching, Z’ia had proven Turns ago that as mischievous as he was, he was solid and reliable when it came to placing bets and collecting winnings.
As a result, Z’ia had found himself in Telgar along with quite the crowd for the evening Hatching, already going through his lists to work out who was in the winners circle when it came to picking a timeframe. Not many folks, honestly, since a good portion of the previous Hatchings had been at the crack of dawn, if not simply before lunchtime. Z’ia didn’t blame the babies, honestly. Better to get out of that egg and face the day head on than sleep in all day – not that sleeping in all day was a bad thing, sometimes it was just what a lazy bluerider needed!
Aveleth found them a nice spot to watch from, lying down tidily so he wouldn’t take up too much space, and humming along with everyone else, the sweet blue dragon’s eyes a happy glow of excitement and welcome. Hatchings were such a good thing, for the dragon population. Having come from the first clutch following the Plague, Aveleth had seen many clutches over the past Turns, though he didn’t remember most of them and Z’ia went out of his way to ‘lock away’ the memories of the more dramatic events. His sweet dragon didn’t need to relive the horrors the world could bring about.
Z’ia slid off Aveleth’s neck to relocate on his foreleg, smiling at his dragon as the blue cheerfully albeit shyly greeted those he knew, chipring a happy trill when he saw Halomirth was present. He liked the younger green; not as much as he liked Rilaleeyth, granted, but Rilaleeyth was special and he adored her like no other. The fact that she was no longer prowled by the brown Tyrrisath let Aveleth spend a lot more time with the sweet and eyecatching green, and he’d won every flight since their return North. As much as Z’ia could live without the constant threat of J’ver’s presence lingering on account of their socialising dragons, he appreciated how happy the other dragon made his own, and left well enough alone. They had a workable arrangement, and Z’ia was content with it.
As his dragon chatted with Halomirth, Z’ia’s gaze did a quick once over, easily spotting the reserved greenrider, and he flashed a bright and innocent smile when the other man looked in his direction, prompted either by Z’ia’s gaze or informed by his dragon – Z’ia didn’t care, frankly – and he laughed to himself when the greenrider quickly ignored him. Z’ia hadn’t been able to dig up much in the way of information on the man – he often forgot about that type of shit as soon as it was out of sight – but every time he crossed paths with the greenrider his curiosity was piqued once more. Maybe he could wring something out of J’ver?
Z’ia’s attention was distracted entirely by the appearance of two greenriders and a brownrider, who all wanted to put in some last minute bets, and he quickly sorted out his sheets of paper, adding their funds to his collection and their bets to his lists. Z’ia chatted cheerfully with them for a while, before they moved off to find their seats.
Z'ia's Betting Thread!
As a result, Z’ia had found himself in Telgar along with quite the crowd for the evening Hatching, already going through his lists to work out who was in the winners circle when it came to picking a timeframe. Not many folks, honestly, since a good portion of the previous Hatchings had been at the crack of dawn, if not simply before lunchtime. Z’ia didn’t blame the babies, honestly. Better to get out of that egg and face the day head on than sleep in all day – not that sleeping in all day was a bad thing, sometimes it was just what a lazy bluerider needed!
Aveleth found them a nice spot to watch from, lying down tidily so he wouldn’t take up too much space, and humming along with everyone else, the sweet blue dragon’s eyes a happy glow of excitement and welcome. Hatchings were such a good thing, for the dragon population. Having come from the first clutch following the Plague, Aveleth had seen many clutches over the past Turns, though he didn’t remember most of them and Z’ia went out of his way to ‘lock away’ the memories of the more dramatic events. His sweet dragon didn’t need to relive the horrors the world could bring about.
Z’ia slid off Aveleth’s neck to relocate on his foreleg, smiling at his dragon as the blue cheerfully albeit shyly greeted those he knew, chipring a happy trill when he saw Halomirth was present. He liked the younger green; not as much as he liked Rilaleeyth, granted, but Rilaleeyth was special and he adored her like no other. The fact that she was no longer prowled by the brown Tyrrisath let Aveleth spend a lot more time with the sweet and eyecatching green, and he’d won every flight since their return North. As much as Z’ia could live without the constant threat of J’ver’s presence lingering on account of their socialising dragons, he appreciated how happy the other dragon made his own, and left well enough alone. They had a workable arrangement, and Z’ia was content with it.
As his dragon chatted with Halomirth, Z’ia’s gaze did a quick once over, easily spotting the reserved greenrider, and he flashed a bright and innocent smile when the other man looked in his direction, prompted either by Z’ia’s gaze or informed by his dragon – Z’ia didn’t care, frankly – and he laughed to himself when the greenrider quickly ignored him. Z’ia hadn’t been able to dig up much in the way of information on the man – he often forgot about that type of shit as soon as it was out of sight – but every time he crossed paths with the greenrider his curiosity was piqued once more. Maybe he could wring something out of J’ver?
Z’ia’s attention was distracted entirely by the appearance of two greenriders and a brownrider, who all wanted to put in some last minute bets, and he quickly sorted out his sheets of paper, adding their funds to his collection and their bets to his lists. Z’ia chatted cheerfully with them for a while, before they moved off to find their seats.
Z'ia's Betting Thread!
