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29.Aug.12, 07:10 AM
Z'ia had been enjoying himself - immensely - as he watched the unprecedented level of drama unfold before his laughing green eyes, leaning casually against D'hys as the short bluerider made snide comments at appropriate points in time, designed to break the building tension in the small circle of people that surrounded him. It worked, for the most part, causing a lot of subtle snorts and giggles though the frowns the laughing audience got from those who didn't hear Z'ia's input were dampening the fun.
Standing up straight, the tiny bluerider watched with interest as Ronarth came bellowing in to join the fray, and people were sent (figuratively) flying in every direction. D'ren was always a party pooper, and Z'ia had quickly learned not to expect anything else from the uptight and upright man. The man just about had firelizards if you walked around without a shirt on. His precious Northerner getting lashed was hardly going to sit well to start with. The bluerider smirked to himself as the man tore into Tsuen and N'gelt, quite publicly and without apology. "He must be really pissed." The comment was low, and designed for his immediate group of listeners. Some sniggered, most shot him glances that clearly implied he should shut up. Z'ia's smirk widened.
Then his eyebrows shot up, shockingly fast, as the next person to jump in on the drama was D'hys. With subtle movement, Z'ia slid away from his friend. He enjoyed D'hys' company and the man in general. He wasn't however, interested in sharing whatever wrath he might bring down upon himself by - Ooh, the F word! Z'ia swallowed a laugh, watching him with amusement as D'hys spat out words of attack; the little bluerider was listening to them with avid interest. His relationship with D'hys was founded on what had to be known (and a good deal of particularly skilful sex) but not a whole lot of what didn't need to be known.
The hand that shot out to grab him by the upper arm had a pointedly given look to it, before green eyes turned to stare up at D'hys, remarkably aware of the other man's additional height and included strength but not the slightest hint of fear or worry. Instead, Z'ia's eyebrows arched almost mockingly and a moment later his arm was released. He was no green, to be jerked around like a piece of meat! As his expression mellowed, Z'ia eyed D'hys thoughtfully as the older man shoved his way through the crowd, unsure if he should bother following.
It would be wise, Aveleth put in mildly, taking wing from his own rooftop perch to glide lazily over the crowd, well and truly high enough to prevent any need for caution by the humans. Z'ia snorted, highly amused, but did stride off after his fellow rider. Since when has 'wise' been a part of my persona, Kiddo? Despite his question, Z'ia picked up the pace and darted on light, hummingbird feet through the crowd until he bounced to D'hys' side. The smaller man trotted along on the balls of his feet, light and poised, as he silently kept his friend company.
Since now, apparently.
Standing up straight, the tiny bluerider watched with interest as Ronarth came bellowing in to join the fray, and people were sent (figuratively) flying in every direction. D'ren was always a party pooper, and Z'ia had quickly learned not to expect anything else from the uptight and upright man. The man just about had firelizards if you walked around without a shirt on. His precious Northerner getting lashed was hardly going to sit well to start with. The bluerider smirked to himself as the man tore into Tsuen and N'gelt, quite publicly and without apology. "He must be really pissed." The comment was low, and designed for his immediate group of listeners. Some sniggered, most shot him glances that clearly implied he should shut up. Z'ia's smirk widened.
Then his eyebrows shot up, shockingly fast, as the next person to jump in on the drama was D'hys. With subtle movement, Z'ia slid away from his friend. He enjoyed D'hys' company and the man in general. He wasn't however, interested in sharing whatever wrath he might bring down upon himself by - Ooh, the F word! Z'ia swallowed a laugh, watching him with amusement as D'hys spat out words of attack; the little bluerider was listening to them with avid interest. His relationship with D'hys was founded on what had to be known (and a good deal of particularly skilful sex) but not a whole lot of what didn't need to be known.
The hand that shot out to grab him by the upper arm had a pointedly given look to it, before green eyes turned to stare up at D'hys, remarkably aware of the other man's additional height and included strength but not the slightest hint of fear or worry. Instead, Z'ia's eyebrows arched almost mockingly and a moment later his arm was released. He was no green, to be jerked around like a piece of meat! As his expression mellowed, Z'ia eyed D'hys thoughtfully as the older man shoved his way through the crowd, unsure if he should bother following.
It would be wise, Aveleth put in mildly, taking wing from his own rooftop perch to glide lazily over the crowd, well and truly high enough to prevent any need for caution by the humans. Z'ia snorted, highly amused, but did stride off after his fellow rider. Since when has 'wise' been a part of my persona, Kiddo? Despite his question, Z'ia picked up the pace and darted on light, hummingbird feet through the crowd until he bounced to D'hys' side. The smaller man trotted along on the balls of his feet, light and poised, as he silently kept his friend company.
Since now, apparently.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
