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23.Oct.12, 12:45 AM
Charath's invitation to think of happier things was met with a gentle croon from the young blue, who's eyes lit up with thoughtful curiosity as he tried to think of a happier subject for which their easy conversation to follow. Unfortunately for the young dragon, his stomach chose that moment to make its emptiness known to both himself and his companion. Aveleth's eyes widened visibly, swirling with sudden embarrassment as he dipped his head anxiously. Sorry! It was a rather meek and anxiously spoken word, Aveleth's embarrassment causing him to withdraw back into his shell, worriedly waiting for the weyrling to laugh at him. I will hunt now. He spoke quietly, as if unsure how Charath would take the otherwise abrupt change in subject.
Watching her anxiously for a moment, Aveleth twisted to dip down, dropping into a speedy dive he flared out over the tops of the herd, sending the beasts fleeing in every direction before picking the one he wanted. The blue dragon literally dropped on top of the creature, snapping its spine. Lifting his front feet delicately off the creature, Aveleth curled up on himself and began to eat, feeling remarkably self conscious.
Z'ia raised an eyebrow slightly at Erisi as the young man spoke, amused slightly by the apparent pride the weyrling had in his dragon despite the fact that his pride stemmed from his complete inability to control the beast he was bonded to. Z'ia had no idea how greenriders managed to make such thoughts make sense - taking pride in that which put them so thoroughly at the bottom of the ladder! But he didn't really care to understand, at any rate. Aveleth was a beautiful and completely controllable dragon, and that was all that mattered. The bluerider wasn't even being hypocritical when he dismissed greens for their lack of control; not that being hypocritical was ever a standing point for Z'ia.
A soft laugh escaped the short man, amused by the things the greenrider was saying. He knew why the young man reigned in his dragon; to avoid marring his pretty skin. D'ren was a relaxed and easily pushed around Weyrleader, but he would only accept so much bullshit from his riders before he started loosening that whip of his. Erisi was only a greenrider (though Z'ia was pretty sure the young man had no idea what that meant for him) and no one would blink twice about him being lashed for not keeping a tight handle on his beast.
"It would," Z'ia agreed, amused more by the idea of the trouble Erisi would find himself in after such a thing happening than he was of the idea of letting Charath run amok through the Weyr - though, granted, that would be rather amusing in and of itself as well. "I should like a front row seating!" It would certainly be a show, from beginning to end, and one Z'ia would not be missing, should it ever happen.
Watching her anxiously for a moment, Aveleth twisted to dip down, dropping into a speedy dive he flared out over the tops of the herd, sending the beasts fleeing in every direction before picking the one he wanted. The blue dragon literally dropped on top of the creature, snapping its spine. Lifting his front feet delicately off the creature, Aveleth curled up on himself and began to eat, feeling remarkably self conscious.
Z'ia raised an eyebrow slightly at Erisi as the young man spoke, amused slightly by the apparent pride the weyrling had in his dragon despite the fact that his pride stemmed from his complete inability to control the beast he was bonded to. Z'ia had no idea how greenriders managed to make such thoughts make sense - taking pride in that which put them so thoroughly at the bottom of the ladder! But he didn't really care to understand, at any rate. Aveleth was a beautiful and completely controllable dragon, and that was all that mattered. The bluerider wasn't even being hypocritical when he dismissed greens for their lack of control; not that being hypocritical was ever a standing point for Z'ia.
A soft laugh escaped the short man, amused by the things the greenrider was saying. He knew why the young man reigned in his dragon; to avoid marring his pretty skin. D'ren was a relaxed and easily pushed around Weyrleader, but he would only accept so much bullshit from his riders before he started loosening that whip of his. Erisi was only a greenrider (though Z'ia was pretty sure the young man had no idea what that meant for him) and no one would blink twice about him being lashed for not keeping a tight handle on his beast.
"It would," Z'ia agreed, amused more by the idea of the trouble Erisi would find himself in after such a thing happening than he was of the idea of letting Charath run amok through the Weyr - though, granted, that would be rather amusing in and of itself as well. "I should like a front row seating!" It would certainly be a show, from beginning to end, and one Z'ia would not be missing, should it ever happen.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
