31.Aug.12, 05:11 AM
Like D'hys, Z'ia was at a loss for words, and so, he trotted along beside and slightly behind the other rider without saying a word. It was remarkably reminiscent of his post-graduation days, when D'hys had been introducing him into the society from his part of town. Trotting along, wide eyed and wondering what exciting game was about to crop up next. The eyes were wide, he was definitely trotting, but Z'ia had quickly decided this wasn't the time for games. At least, not yet, anyway.
A sly sideways glance was thrown at D'hys, and the little bluerider tried to recall the last time he'd seen so many emotions fight for dominance on the other man's face. Honestly unable to recall (and ego demanded Z'ia had a great memory) Z'ia shrugged it off. Whatever the issue was, he was pretty sure D'hys would keep it to himself. They'd never been part of the touchy-feely circle of emotions, and he knew the older rider shied away from such conversations with others as much as he did.
Reaching the hut was desirable and Z'ia sighed softly through his nose, allowing his steps to slow and his shorter legs drop back behind his friend. He had no real qualms about the walk, but he did wish D'hys had had the mentality to walk a little slower! At any rate, they had arrived at least and Z'ia skipped through the door on the balls of his feet, apparently unaffected by the distance they'd covered.
Spinning around in the main room to see what his friend was up to after hearing the door close but no words or steps, Z'ia's eyebrows arched up on his forehead, a half smirk twitching the corner of his lips as he realised D'hys was eyeing him off. He spotted the look in the other man's eyes a split second before D'hys was reaching for him and Z'ia complied easily, pressing up against the much taller man invitingly.
Outside, Aveleth's wings rustled as he folded them against his sides and greeted Zeianth with a gentle croon. An interesting turn of events, he commented mildly, not speaking of their riders in the slightest but rather the silly human squabbles that had put their lifemates in such interesting moods.
A sly sideways glance was thrown at D'hys, and the little bluerider tried to recall the last time he'd seen so many emotions fight for dominance on the other man's face. Honestly unable to recall (and ego demanded Z'ia had a great memory) Z'ia shrugged it off. Whatever the issue was, he was pretty sure D'hys would keep it to himself. They'd never been part of the touchy-feely circle of emotions, and he knew the older rider shied away from such conversations with others as much as he did.
Reaching the hut was desirable and Z'ia sighed softly through his nose, allowing his steps to slow and his shorter legs drop back behind his friend. He had no real qualms about the walk, but he did wish D'hys had had the mentality to walk a little slower! At any rate, they had arrived at least and Z'ia skipped through the door on the balls of his feet, apparently unaffected by the distance they'd covered.
Spinning around in the main room to see what his friend was up to after hearing the door close but no words or steps, Z'ia's eyebrows arched up on his forehead, a half smirk twitching the corner of his lips as he realised D'hys was eyeing him off. He spotted the look in the other man's eyes a split second before D'hys was reaching for him and Z'ia complied easily, pressing up against the much taller man invitingly.
Outside, Aveleth's wings rustled as he folded them against his sides and greeted Zeianth with a gentle croon. An interesting turn of events, he commented mildly, not speaking of their riders in the slightest but rather the silly human squabbles that had put their lifemates in such interesting moods.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia