30.Sep.13, 09:57 PM
Z'ia laughed softly, letting the girl's curls fall from his fingers as his hand returned to his lap and he folded them together with a flighty flurry of fingers. The reassurance that his hair colour was fine was amusing and Z'ia dipped his head slightly in a nod of acceptance, not bothering to point out to the stupid girl that he hadn't said there was anything wrong with his own hair, simply pointed out that her own colour was 'prettier' or whatever word he had used. Women; always hearing what they wanted to and not a lick of what was truly being said; how the crazy little girl had managed to land a gold Z'ia had no idea and he was starting to forget why he was putting up with her antics.
"What pretty thoughts indeed!" He gushed, grinning brightly and holding his hands dramatically at his heart as he fluttered his lashes at Rhaedalyn playfully. Could the girl be any more delusional? While Z'ia wouldn't argue that he took great care of his dragon, and that his laugh was rather lovely, he was highly amused by the girls virginal 'pretty thoughts'; He couldn't imagine how they could possibly be more innocent and pathetic. He'd been expecting something a little more colourful! Fantasies about long nights, hot blushes, rough hands - fun things! Not, 'oh, um, well, ah, you're pretty and um, oh, ah, I um, like your laugh!'. Stupid girl! Z'ia resisted the urge to snort or laugh when he realised the girl was blushing at the things she'd said. Holders!
Z'ia wiggled his eyebrows a little instead, and leaned forward playfully. "I am glad you like my laugh!" Z'ia chose the easiest one to play on, and grinned brightly at the girl, though he didn't laugh at that moment. He would play on her liking it, if that's what she was so hooked on. Maybe treat her to one occassionally. For now though, he had to escape before his brains started leaking out his nose from the idiocy of the child before him.We can take them home, right? The dragon had clearly opted not ot comment on Z'ia's internal commentary, and Z'ia's grin lit up as he nodded his head enthusiastically in response to his dragon; he would have rathered roll his eyes right out of their sockets.
"We'll come and collect you before we all head home, miss. For now, I have others I need to see!" Leaning forward, Z'ia scooped the girls hand up playfully and placed a feathery kiss on the top of it. Flashing another bright grin, Z'ia bounded to his feet and made a not-quite mocking bow before vanishing into the crowd, hailing another bluerider and joining him and his companions a short distance away.
"What pretty thoughts indeed!" He gushed, grinning brightly and holding his hands dramatically at his heart as he fluttered his lashes at Rhaedalyn playfully. Could the girl be any more delusional? While Z'ia wouldn't argue that he took great care of his dragon, and that his laugh was rather lovely, he was highly amused by the girls virginal 'pretty thoughts'; He couldn't imagine how they could possibly be more innocent and pathetic. He'd been expecting something a little more colourful! Fantasies about long nights, hot blushes, rough hands - fun things! Not, 'oh, um, well, ah, you're pretty and um, oh, ah, I um, like your laugh!'. Stupid girl! Z'ia resisted the urge to snort or laugh when he realised the girl was blushing at the things she'd said. Holders!
Z'ia wiggled his eyebrows a little instead, and leaned forward playfully. "I am glad you like my laugh!" Z'ia chose the easiest one to play on, and grinned brightly at the girl, though he didn't laugh at that moment. He would play on her liking it, if that's what she was so hooked on. Maybe treat her to one occassionally. For now though, he had to escape before his brains started leaking out his nose from the idiocy of the child before him.
"We'll come and collect you before we all head home, miss. For now, I have others I need to see!" Leaning forward, Z'ia scooped the girls hand up playfully and placed a feathery kiss on the top of it. Flashing another bright grin, Z'ia bounded to his feet and made a not-quite mocking bow before vanishing into the crowd, hailing another bluerider and joining him and his companions a short distance away.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia