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10.Sep.12, 03:25 AM
Surprisingly, D’hys didn’t react negatively to Z’ia’s slight mocking of his story or insulting his sisters. He probably would have if anyone else said a word against his family but this was Z’ia, a friend and his protégé. It was because of that very simple label that D’hys completely missed anytime he treated Z’ia as anything but that, or using him in a twisted meaning, believing any time they fucked or he dominated the smaller rider in some way was because of their friendship or because he was still teaching Z’ia something. So while any fleeting annoyed glances that were given to him may have been noticed, they were chalked up, this time, as he was simply talking too much or sounding rather pathetic, as was pointed out.
He couldn’t deny the charge really. D’hys knew it was pretty absurd to obsess over something like sisters hating him because as a dragonrider he chose his dragon first. Or that going back to Igen would remind him of his mother. Weren’t some of the old biddies always prattling on about remembering the good and the bad is easier to overcome? Some nonsense like that. He’d just have to see how it went when they finally did return North and who was to say Igen would be put back into service? They were barely functioning as one weyr with their meagre numbers.
Any further ponderings or possible comments made on the subject were forgotten when Z’ia smirked and spoke again. A girl? Was he just called a girl? D’hys stared wide-eyed for a moment, then narrowed his gaze into a glare before giving a sudden bark of laughter. He supposed that was an accurate statement. Only some whiny chick would worry about another girl hating her and not want to return to a place that might cause her to cry. Z’ia once again proved why they were friends with that statement and as he casually ran his hand over his neck where he had been held down, D’hys returned the smirk and bucked his hips under Z’ia lightly, just enough to give a physical reminder of how he very much was not a girl. “Pretty sure you didn’t think I was a girl ten minutes ago.” He was glad he was a male as well. It had to suck being female as much as it did being a greenrider. He didn’t mind fucking either of them but their placement in the grand scheme of things didn’t mesh with his needs and desires.
He couldn’t deny the charge really. D’hys knew it was pretty absurd to obsess over something like sisters hating him because as a dragonrider he chose his dragon first. Or that going back to Igen would remind him of his mother. Weren’t some of the old biddies always prattling on about remembering the good and the bad is easier to overcome? Some nonsense like that. He’d just have to see how it went when they finally did return North and who was to say Igen would be put back into service? They were barely functioning as one weyr with their meagre numbers.
Any further ponderings or possible comments made on the subject were forgotten when Z’ia smirked and spoke again. A girl? Was he just called a girl? D’hys stared wide-eyed for a moment, then narrowed his gaze into a glare before giving a sudden bark of laughter. He supposed that was an accurate statement. Only some whiny chick would worry about another girl hating her and not want to return to a place that might cause her to cry. Z’ia once again proved why they were friends with that statement and as he casually ran his hand over his neck where he had been held down, D’hys returned the smirk and bucked his hips under Z’ia lightly, just enough to give a physical reminder of how he very much was not a girl. “Pretty sure you didn’t think I was a girl ten minutes ago.” He was glad he was a male as well. It had to suck being female as much as it did being a greenrider. He didn’t mind fucking either of them but their placement in the grand scheme of things didn’t mesh with his needs and desires.
