27.Nov.12, 04:24 AM
Z'ia frowned slightly, though the mild nod from S'kef was taken as an indication that the paper should be viewed while in his presence, and the little bluerider fished it out of his pocket, gaze flicking up to catch S'kef's gaze once more before he unfolded the sheet and his eyes danced over the words that were written there. Plague gave a sudden quiet trill, the only evidence of her bonded's surprise, while Z'ia quickly made sure his precious blue was asleep. Some parts of his life were not meant to mix with Aveleth's, and as an eyebrow rose and the sheet of paper was folded once more, Z'ia knew that was something else.
Pushing the parchment lightly back across the table toward S'kef, Z'ia surrendered it back into the brownrider's possession and wove his fingers together once more before him. All things considered, he supposed he should have figured something like this would make itself known to him from S'kef at some point. Dark green eyes shifted to catch and hold the brownrider's gaze, expression flat. "Of course," Z'ia murmured in reply, his tone dry and almost drawling. Eyebrows arched high and innocently as A'liran was brought up, Z'ia leaning backwards with a classical expression of surprised bewilderment. "I would never." Whether the little bluerider was denying the ways in which he left A'liran, or denying that he'd ever do such a thing to J'ver, was left to his companion to decide.
"I believe so," Z'ia agreed lightly, leaning casually on his elbows. Understanding; that seemed to be the phrase D'hys had used those few turns ago, and look how well that had turned out.
Pushing the parchment lightly back across the table toward S'kef, Z'ia surrendered it back into the brownrider's possession and wove his fingers together once more before him. All things considered, he supposed he should have figured something like this would make itself known to him from S'kef at some point. Dark green eyes shifted to catch and hold the brownrider's gaze, expression flat. "Of course," Z'ia murmured in reply, his tone dry and almost drawling. Eyebrows arched high and innocently as A'liran was brought up, Z'ia leaning backwards with a classical expression of surprised bewilderment. "I would never." Whether the little bluerider was denying the ways in which he left A'liran, or denying that he'd ever do such a thing to J'ver, was left to his companion to decide.
"I believe so," Z'ia agreed lightly, leaning casually on his elbows. Understanding; that seemed to be the phrase D'hys had used those few turns ago, and look how well that had turned out.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia