... Busted [Rhaedalyn]

Aveleth's anger vanished, puffing like a cloud of smoke and whipping away when Rhaedalyn reacted, the young dragon's eyes widened dramatically and twisted into a swirling display of distress. He hadn't meant to upset anyone! Honestly, he hadn't, and shame rippled through his blue belly like a vicious, venomous snake. Aveleth sunk to the ground, whimpering so low it was barely audible. He'd ruined everything!

Z'ia watched the show in silence. He wasn't quite sure how to respond to the word spew that toppled from the young woman's lips, mostly because his deepest desire was to hit her around the face for being such a fool, then laugh at her expression - for surely such a stupid girl would have no idea what she had done to deserve to be punished. It was so desperately desirable, too, and Z'ia dropped his gas to hide the vicious glint that flickered through his eyes. Aveleth was still determined he 'save' the stupid woman, and while the dragon wouldn't explain anything, Z'ia could feel the riddling guilt curling through his dragon, and his idea that he had ruined something.

Z'ia resisted the urge to laugh outright when Rhaedalyn proclaimed her lack of stupidity, then heaved a massive - silent! - sigh as she began stalking off once more, gaze lifting just enough to watch her in veiled amusement. Aveleth was just about dancing around in his distress, even if the blue wasn't so much as twitching a muscle. His barely audible mew of shame and sadness was silenced with a gentle stroke of Z'ia's hand over his dragond's nose. "Girl!" If she read going to act like. Spoiled child, than damn her, Z'ia would treat her like one. The blueriders face was a masterpiece of confusion and irritation as he waited for her to acknowledge him, calm steps carrying him towards the pair as Aveleth slunk along behind him.

Plague gave a shriek, the green firelizard zipping through the air to where Rhaedalyn was standing, and scolding the woman firmly for walking off, completely ignoring the three firelizards that were bonded to her. "Plague!" Z'ia's voice was exasperated as he snapped his green's name, and snatched her bodily out of the air when she came to him, clutching the little body to his chest as dark green eyes stared at Rhaedalyn. While the exasperation was still there, it was also clear the at the man was curious, and confused. "Do you have a sense of humour?" There was no accusation in the words at all, just wide eyed confusion as Z'ia came to a stop not far away, not so much as glancing at Aradissicath as he frowned at Rhaedalyn.

"You take everything so serious," the way Z'ia drawled out the last word out with an eye roll spoke volumes about how dreadfully tiresome he considered serious to be, and his disappointment that apparently Rhaedalyn was a dull person; so by giving the impression that she had seemed so much less so the last time they'd interacted! Z'ia puffed out a sigh, filling his cheeks, and shaping his mouth so the expelled air blew upwards and over his face, making his hair dance slightly. "Serious is boring!" He added, voice and features deadly serious as he stared at Rhaedalyn dramatically, wondering if she had any braincells to rub together at all. If she can't spot the funny in that, Kiddo, than she can go fuck herself and you can find someone else for me to 'save'. He was already investing more in the stupid trollop than he was interested in.

He doubted she'd be any fun at all to fuck, but fixing her lack of bed skills was the only 'saving' he was interested in. What good was a goldrider to anyone? What good was a goldrider to a bluerider? Aveleth would never fly Aradissicath, and Z'ia had spent so long avoiding being a scandal that he wasn't overly impressed by what screwing around with Rhaedalyn would bring about. S'kef would find it amusing, but putting up with R'nya would be a pain in his arsenal. Fucking women and dragons! Z'ia resisted the urge to give Aveleth a sour sideways glance; he was still staring dramatically at Rhaedalyn.