27.Aug.13, 08:52 PM
As O'wain gathered up his clothes, Z'jan stood awkwardly. What was he still lingering around like a terrified wherry for? Ghalath had his clothes, or so she claimed. All Z'jan had to do was make his way to her, casually, then mount quickly and flee the lake instead of meeting O'wain in the water. It wasn't complicated.
So why was he stalling? He listened, but Ghalath had no snarky answer. She was watching Nishkath from her hunched position, eyes sedate. She wasn't nearly as tense as she had been when the brownpair had first arrived. She observed him passively now. So far the brown had left her alone, so she'd likely downgraded his threat level. Progress, at least.
Z'jan took a few steps backwards, still facing O'wain. That's when he realized: going towards Ghalath to get his clothes made no sense if he was intending to go back into the lake with O'wain. Or pretending that was his intention. What, was he going to do? Get dressed, then jump back into the lake? How could he explain that?
But he was already moving, now, his feet carrying him towards Ghalath. If O'wain asked, he'd just have to make something up.
Because he was so awesome at lying.
"I'll meet you in the water. Don't wait, I'll just be a second," he said quickly. He couldn't let the other rider read his face. That would give it all away, he knew. So he turned without waiting for an answer, heading towards his lounging green. A lump in his throat, unsure what O'wain's reaction to his sudden, attempted departure would be.
So why was he stalling? He listened, but Ghalath had no snarky answer. She was watching Nishkath from her hunched position, eyes sedate. She wasn't nearly as tense as she had been when the brownpair had first arrived. She observed him passively now. So far the brown had left her alone, so she'd likely downgraded his threat level. Progress, at least.
Z'jan took a few steps backwards, still facing O'wain. That's when he realized: going towards Ghalath to get his clothes made no sense if he was intending to go back into the lake with O'wain. Or pretending that was his intention. What, was he going to do? Get dressed, then jump back into the lake? How could he explain that?
But he was already moving, now, his feet carrying him towards Ghalath. If O'wain asked, he'd just have to make something up.
Because he was so awesome at lying.
"I'll meet you in the water. Don't wait, I'll just be a second," he said quickly. He couldn't let the other rider read his face. That would give it all away, he knew. So he turned without waiting for an answer, heading towards his lounging green. A lump in his throat, unsure what O'wain's reaction to his sudden, attempted departure would be.