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06.Dec.12, 04:37 AM
Z’ia watched mildly as S’kef burned the small sheet of paper, glad he had handed it back after reading the contents. That which was written in such a precise hand made his blood tingle, the thrill of adrenaline striking swiftly through him, warming him and sending wild sparks of anticipation to his eyes. A challenge, a threat, skydiving; it was all the same, in the end: all of it was about the simple process of making his blood surge with adrenaline. Was there any sweeter sensation?
Z’ia’s lips twisted into a playful smile, pleased to have been brought to the brownrider’s attention through his interaction with the greenrider the man called mate. Perhaps he should have been more wary of that particular fact – everyone knew S’kef was a cruel man and Z’ia wouldn’t have put it pass him to be jealous and to hold a grudge. After all, didn’t that note the man had just burned tell him as much, anyway? The smile flickered, delighted, and at his elbow Plague gave a cheerful chirp as she flared her wings and fluttered into the air, landing on her human’s shoulder and peering across at S’kef curiously. Her bonded was so pleased!
On the outskirts of his mind, Z’ia could feel Aveleth stir in his sleep and took a moment to sooth the beast back into a land of dreams. Aveleth was a sweet natured dragon, delicate and unable to handle stressing situations. He wouldn’t need the harassment or the guilt of seeing the depth of interaction going on between S’kef and his precious human. Content that Aveleth was asleep once more, Z’ia dipped his head slightly in agreement to that which S’kef had spoken, and leaned back slightly, short legs lifting to balance him and his features contorted into playful consideration.
“He is enjoyable company,” Z’ia replied with a slight arch of eyebrow and a twitch of the lips, amused to say such things about J’ver though, to be fair, it was hardly like there was anyone around to hear him say it. The young woman that entered and did whatever (Z’ia wasn’t paying a lick of sense to the poor love-struck girl) was hardly worth counting. There were blueriders to retain a certain appearance around, but none of those were anywhere to be seen, and when push came to shove, Z’ia decided with a tilt of his head that sent curls bouncing, retaining his appearance before S’kef would likely payout better than his blueriding buddies.
Z’ia recollected his wine glass; “Sounds promising.”
Z’ia’s lips twisted into a playful smile, pleased to have been brought to the brownrider’s attention through his interaction with the greenrider the man called mate. Perhaps he should have been more wary of that particular fact – everyone knew S’kef was a cruel man and Z’ia wouldn’t have put it pass him to be jealous and to hold a grudge. After all, didn’t that note the man had just burned tell him as much, anyway? The smile flickered, delighted, and at his elbow Plague gave a cheerful chirp as she flared her wings and fluttered into the air, landing on her human’s shoulder and peering across at S’kef curiously. Her bonded was so pleased!
On the outskirts of his mind, Z’ia could feel Aveleth stir in his sleep and took a moment to sooth the beast back into a land of dreams. Aveleth was a sweet natured dragon, delicate and unable to handle stressing situations. He wouldn’t need the harassment or the guilt of seeing the depth of interaction going on between S’kef and his precious human. Content that Aveleth was asleep once more, Z’ia dipped his head slightly in agreement to that which S’kef had spoken, and leaned back slightly, short legs lifting to balance him and his features contorted into playful consideration.
“He is enjoyable company,” Z’ia replied with a slight arch of eyebrow and a twitch of the lips, amused to say such things about J’ver though, to be fair, it was hardly like there was anyone around to hear him say it. The young woman that entered and did whatever (Z’ia wasn’t paying a lick of sense to the poor love-struck girl) was hardly worth counting. There were blueriders to retain a certain appearance around, but none of those were anywhere to be seen, and when push came to shove, Z’ia decided with a tilt of his head that sent curls bouncing, retaining his appearance before S’kef would likely payout better than his blueriding buddies.
Z’ia recollected his wine glass; “Sounds promising.”
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
