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24.Aug.14, 01:35 AM
Z’ia took a deep breath, closing his eyes and controlling a grimace as Plague came in chittering a warning in a tone that Z’ia found far too amused, of the woman approaching. A gentle outreaching found Aveleth off by the lake playing with Destiny and Chastity. Z’ia retreated from the link before his dragon was alerted to his poking around, and the little bluerider stood up tall from where he’d been doing the very mundane task of cleaning up his rooms – a rather spontaneous party with several other blueriders the night before had turned the area into a disaster zone.
With the window open and some fresh air flowing into the little set up, Z’ia had been looking forward to wash and something to eat – the sudden knowledge that Rhaedalyn was about to visit was not something that the little bluerider was swallowing very well. His thumb and forefinger pinched the bridge of his nose at the light tapping on his door that announced the girl’s arrival – at least she was too Rhaedalyn to actually stride right in. He wondered idly if she had ever wondered about his lack of inviting her to do so. The last thing he needed was her walking in while he had someone visiting in a capacity that would probably make her stupid little brain explode.
Running a hand back through his hair as he turned, Z’ia tugged the curls back and tied a leather around the tail before opening the door, a warm smile on his lips – he was surprised the girl hadn’t realised it didn’t reach his eyes yet; at least when they weren’t in public, anyway. Z’ia was always careful to put every bit of himself into his efforts when there were people who could see them, but he was growing bored with the game, and with the baggage the little gold whore was bringing along with her.
“Hello Rhae!” Z’ia leaned forward to kiss her lightly on the cheek, and then backed up slightly to take in her expression. Rhaedalyn was someone Z’ia had learned very early on could enter a state of euphoria simply by the sky being the right shade of blue or a butterfly passing within her sight or the sun coming up in the morning. As easily, he’d found her quite simple to crush; a frown could have the girl just about crying as she begged to know what was wrong. So, seeing the mixed emotions – almost completely overwhelmed by delight – on her face wasn’t as alarming as it probably should have been.
“I was just heading to lunch; do you want to join me?” Oh, for the love of his dragon, he hoped she said no! He really was not in the mood to parade around the main quarters, even with the majority of the dragonriders up North. The only outward evidence of his desire to see the back of Rhaedalyn moving far away from him was the nasty sneer on Plague’s face as she hissed at Rhaedalyn.
With the window open and some fresh air flowing into the little set up, Z’ia had been looking forward to wash and something to eat – the sudden knowledge that Rhaedalyn was about to visit was not something that the little bluerider was swallowing very well. His thumb and forefinger pinched the bridge of his nose at the light tapping on his door that announced the girl’s arrival – at least she was too Rhaedalyn to actually stride right in. He wondered idly if she had ever wondered about his lack of inviting her to do so. The last thing he needed was her walking in while he had someone visiting in a capacity that would probably make her stupid little brain explode.
Running a hand back through his hair as he turned, Z’ia tugged the curls back and tied a leather around the tail before opening the door, a warm smile on his lips – he was surprised the girl hadn’t realised it didn’t reach his eyes yet; at least when they weren’t in public, anyway. Z’ia was always careful to put every bit of himself into his efforts when there were people who could see them, but he was growing bored with the game, and with the baggage the little gold whore was bringing along with her.
“Hello Rhae!” Z’ia leaned forward to kiss her lightly on the cheek, and then backed up slightly to take in her expression. Rhaedalyn was someone Z’ia had learned very early on could enter a state of euphoria simply by the sky being the right shade of blue or a butterfly passing within her sight or the sun coming up in the morning. As easily, he’d found her quite simple to crush; a frown could have the girl just about crying as she begged to know what was wrong. So, seeing the mixed emotions – almost completely overwhelmed by delight – on her face wasn’t as alarming as it probably should have been.
“I was just heading to lunch; do you want to join me?” Oh, for the love of his dragon, he hoped she said no! He really was not in the mood to parade around the main quarters, even with the majority of the dragonriders up North. The only outward evidence of his desire to see the back of Rhaedalyn moving far away from him was the nasty sneer on Plague’s face as she hissed at Rhaedalyn.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
