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29.Jan.14, 01:30 AM
Z’ia lifted his gaze from staring at nothing to search out the source of his dragon’s sudden discontent, watching as Ravana spoke to the blue. Aveleth had withdrawn at the attention, curling in on himself as he watched the greenrider with clear wariness, unsure if he were in trouble or not and unsure how to handle the situation. Had he over stepped some boundary, by speaking to the child? While she did not yell, and her words were certainly nothing short of positive, Aveleth could not find the confidence to relax until she moved towards Z’ia.
Z’ia’s steady gaze never waved as Ravana approached him, nothing readable in the dark green of his eyes as he waited, with remarkable patience, for the woman to speak. Of course, being bonded to Aveleth, one would expect nothing less than extraordinary amounts of patience and understanding. Z’ia had long discovered that being bonded to the blue was both a blessing and a curse; the sweet natured creature helped fuel the opinion most everyone in the Weyr had, that Z’ia was an adorable, playful fellow without a bad bone in his body. Unfortunately, that same sweetness in Aveleth meant that when Z’ia did enact upon those things that he was so inclined to do, it caused the beast no small amount of distress.
It was a difficult life to balance, but Z’ia had always been prone to games of chance.
An eyebrow arched at Ravana’s question and Z’ia studied her further for several quiet moments, wondering if the woman was asking with some angle behind the request, or if she were openly genuine in it. From what D’hys had said of the woman, and what he himself had seen, Z’ia was disinclined to paint her as a manipulative sort. Then again, that was most people’s opinion of himself, and if he could so suitably deceive a population as large as Katila (well, for the most part), then why not someone like Ravana?
He licked his lips silently, before shifting the cup he held and finally speaking. “I did nothing,” Z’ia pointed out, leaving unsaid that he probably would not have bothered to toss water on the brat if she had somehow lit herself on fire, though undoubtedly Aveleth would have forced him. Not that Ravana needed to know that, of course. Let her continue to think he was as charming as he was good looking. “You should save your favours for those that have earned them.” Not that Z’ia was disinclined to have the woman in his debt, if he could manage it. He was very similar to D’hys, in that way, he supposed, but that could have been due to the elder bluerider’s influence over the past several years.
“She didn’t upset Aveleth,” which was probably as close as Ravana would get to Z’ia saying that his dragon would be happy to baby sit the child again, should the need arise. He wasn’t about to actually offer, however; Z’ia hated being put in situations that could create ‘you promised’ or ‘but you said’s being thrown around. While he didn’t do any such thing physically, Aveleth was given a very dirty mental look; save the bloody goldrider. Pah!
Z’ia’s steady gaze never waved as Ravana approached him, nothing readable in the dark green of his eyes as he waited, with remarkable patience, for the woman to speak. Of course, being bonded to Aveleth, one would expect nothing less than extraordinary amounts of patience and understanding. Z’ia had long discovered that being bonded to the blue was both a blessing and a curse; the sweet natured creature helped fuel the opinion most everyone in the Weyr had, that Z’ia was an adorable, playful fellow without a bad bone in his body. Unfortunately, that same sweetness in Aveleth meant that when Z’ia did enact upon those things that he was so inclined to do, it caused the beast no small amount of distress.
It was a difficult life to balance, but Z’ia had always been prone to games of chance.
An eyebrow arched at Ravana’s question and Z’ia studied her further for several quiet moments, wondering if the woman was asking with some angle behind the request, or if she were openly genuine in it. From what D’hys had said of the woman, and what he himself had seen, Z’ia was disinclined to paint her as a manipulative sort. Then again, that was most people’s opinion of himself, and if he could so suitably deceive a population as large as Katila (well, for the most part), then why not someone like Ravana?
He licked his lips silently, before shifting the cup he held and finally speaking. “I did nothing,” Z’ia pointed out, leaving unsaid that he probably would not have bothered to toss water on the brat if she had somehow lit herself on fire, though undoubtedly Aveleth would have forced him. Not that Ravana needed to know that, of course. Let her continue to think he was as charming as he was good looking. “You should save your favours for those that have earned them.” Not that Z’ia was disinclined to have the woman in his debt, if he could manage it. He was very similar to D’hys, in that way, he supposed, but that could have been due to the elder bluerider’s influence over the past several years.
“She didn’t upset Aveleth,” which was probably as close as Ravana would get to Z’ia saying that his dragon would be happy to baby sit the child again, should the need arise. He wasn’t about to actually offer, however; Z’ia hated being put in situations that could create ‘you promised’ or ‘but you said’s being thrown around. While he didn’t do any such thing physically, Aveleth was given a very dirty mental look; save the bloody goldrider. Pah!
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
