19.Sep.13, 03:29 PM
Z'jan peered to where she was pointing, squinting with exaggeration and putting his hand up to his forehead like a sailor looking for land "That one, really? Waaay up there!" He gave a bit of whistle. "Well, I underestimated you. You're not just a hero in disguise; you're a daredevil in disguise." He swam backwards for a few strokes, glancing at her sideways. Now, about the cliff thing...
"Real cliffs. No. Of course not. That wouldn't work. Not one bit. Nope." Convincing? Hardly. But he'd done the best he could. A quick change in topic was probably his best friend right now. But luckily, any suspicion Casa directed at him was well concealed, and she went on talking. Z'jan let out a breath... and passed it off the merely the exertion of swimming.
"Throwing yourself at someone?" Z'jan was confused. What did that have to do with getting up to trouble with pants on--oohhh. Once again, it seemed he'd been talking about sex... without realizing he was talking about sex. Good job Z'jan. Corrupt the youth.
"Oh! Oh, no, I don't mean you should throw yourself at anyone. Definitely not." He waggled his finger at her good naturedly "Besides, you never can trust them to catch you! That's what dragons are for. And it's never any use to just go falling at people's feet."
As they neared the shore, Z'jan gave up his backward swimming and righted himself, plunging his feet down until they could just touch the lake bed. He hopped on his tip-toes for a few strides, until his feet could more securely touch bottom. "Trouble with the weyr leaders eh? You're quite the rebel!" he looked her over quickly. How old was she? 13? 15? He'd never been good at judging ages, especially in girls. Or women? When did that line get drawn anyway... "You're going to make a fine candidate, I think. You'll keep everyone on their toes, kiddo. No matter what hide you end up flying."
"Real cliffs. No. Of course not. That wouldn't work. Not one bit. Nope." Convincing? Hardly. But he'd done the best he could. A quick change in topic was probably his best friend right now. But luckily, any suspicion Casa directed at him was well concealed, and she went on talking. Z'jan let out a breath... and passed it off the merely the exertion of swimming.
"Throwing yourself at someone?" Z'jan was confused. What did that have to do with getting up to trouble with pants on--oohhh. Once again, it seemed he'd been talking about sex... without realizing he was talking about sex. Good job Z'jan. Corrupt the youth.
"Oh! Oh, no, I don't mean you should throw yourself at anyone. Definitely not." He waggled his finger at her good naturedly "Besides, you never can trust them to catch you! That's what dragons are for. And it's never any use to just go falling at people's feet."
As they neared the shore, Z'jan gave up his backward swimming and righted himself, plunging his feet down until they could just touch the lake bed. He hopped on his tip-toes for a few strides, until his feet could more securely touch bottom. "Trouble with the weyr leaders eh? You're quite the rebel!" he looked her over quickly. How old was she? 13? 15? He'd never been good at judging ages, especially in girls. Or women? When did that line get drawn anyway... "You're going to make a fine candidate, I think. You'll keep everyone on their toes, kiddo. No matter what hide you end up flying."