Admitting Defeat [D'hys]

Zeianth was home when the greenpair arrived, given the late hour and having no desire to do late night mingling with his fellow dragons. So when Astoreth appeared by the hut, a pale blue head with a dark muzzle lifted from matching forepaws to watch with careful interest. He of course couldn't remember firsthand the one and only time he chased -- and won -- the green but D'hys' memories showed they had enjoyed every aspect of it. In fact, it seemed to have put A'liran on the map for D'hys and his bonded seemed to have taken a shining to the greenrider that was full of spunk and liked a good fight before giving in. Still, it seemed odd to have them appear at the hut when they never had before. D'hys was convinced it would one day happen with the way their games had been going lately but Zeianth knew it would still be a surprise to have it happen now.

He didn't greet the greenpair as he wasn't an overly vocal or social creature but continued to watch their interaction with each other. It was sweet, he supposed, but it didn't stir any emotions within him. Only when Astoreth left and A'liran approached the door did Zeianth alert the man beyond the wood barrier of the visitor. You will want to answer that. Zeianth spoke just before the knock came.

D'hys glanced to the door with an arched brow but he didn't make a move for it. He had just started his nightly exercise regime he did before bed and hated being interrupted when it came to such things. No, I don't think I do. He replied without halting his crunches. He was on the floor in his living room, wearing only a pair of soft baggy pants since comfort was key, not style, when it came to workouts. This isn't your usual night callers, Zeianth insisted and that was enough to give D'hys pause. If it wasn't someone looking for a piece of tail, he wasn't sure who else it could be. Z'ia normally wouldn't knock and if he did, he was loud enough to make his presence known before the door was opened. There was a chance it was V'zire since he had been told to find him day or night if he needed anything but it was far too early in the game for that to be a likelihood. There could only be a couple of others that might show at such an hour but D'hys wasn't sure if their games had proceeded along well enough either.

Intrigued, D'hys jumped to his feet and sauntered over to the door, not bothering to ask Zeianth to tell him who it was. His dragon wasn't a prankster and would tell him if asked but if he willingly withheld information, it was because the surprise was going to be better than knowing. In this case, Zeianth was right. D'hys opened the door to find a greenrider he had half-hoped would be standing there. A triumphant grin was about to appear but it froze when the faint light within his hut caught A'liran enough to show the man had been roughed up spectacularly. "That's not a good look for you, babe. What happened?" He knew Astoreth flew earlier in the day but neither Zeianth nor him had the desire to give chase. They had proven once that they could and would win if they did and while it had been fun, the real game was outside of flights. But he hadn't paid attention to who won and he was of course assuming that the colourful display of affection all over the exposed skin was from the winner and not someone else that nabbed him afterward.

Showing a hint of kindness, D'hys stepped aside and waved for A'liran to enter his hut. It was probably asking a lot of a greenrider to enter into the home of a bluerider where anything could happen and everyone would say he deserved it for crossing that threshold willingly, but A'liran sought him out. It was obvious he wanted to come in and either trusted D'hys or was about to pick a fight over something the bluerider was yet unaware of.