We would be honoured, the timid blue dragon whispered softly in response to Shanith and her offer to transport Rhaedalyn and the young golden dragonet back to the Weyr when the day was done. His shy gaze shifted to Aradissicath as the little queen made her way with great dignity to seat herself nearby. Flying is wonderful, Aveleth agreed softly, watching Aradissicath curiously; he very rarely spent time with or around the Hatchlings, since Z’ia generally didn’t consider them worthy company. An option that was most likely because D’hys didn’t like Weyrlings. Adding in that Z’ia had gotten himself into S’kef’s circle (Something that Aveleth mostly didn’t mind at all, because he got to spend a lot of quiet company with Rilaleeyth! Though he didn’t like being glared at by Tyrrisath very much!) the bluerider considered himself much too good for the company of the newly Impressed, which Aveleth considered a great pity.
We, the blue’s tone carried the weight of Z’ia’s name, would be honoured to carry you home, if you don’t have other plans? his voice tapered off meekly on the end, the blue resisting the urge to wriggle anxiously with great determination though his eye colour changed dramatically to indicate his distress. You okay, Kiddo? Z’ia’s voice was almost startling, and Aveleth almost expected to see his young human striding over to join him, but instead looked over to see Z’ia greeting R’nd. Yes, he whispered in reply, strangely relieved that his bonded hadn’t been privy to the conversation, only the emotions it had sparked.
Hello, Rhaedalyn, Aveleth whispered, barely touching her mind to speak to her and his gaze shifting anxiously to Aradissicath to make sure he wasn’t bypassing any boundaries that the gold would displease the youngster. He would hate to do that! When the little weyrling didn’t explode at him, Aveleth relaxed slightly and crooned at the girl’s enquiry. We are well, thank you! Aveleth really did like this girl! She was such a sweet creature, and so lovely!
Z’ia paused when he heard his name, turning to grin widely when he recognised R’nd weaving through the assorted crowd to join him. “Hello!” Z’ia grinned, watching with amusement as the blue firelizard fluttered around and chittered at his girls. Plague watched regally without comment, while Chastity hid in Z’ia’s curls; Destiny chittered back, however, from her perch on Z’ia’s left arm. With a sudden flurry of wings, all three firelizards took off in the same moment, to swirl and fill the air with glimmering green hides.
“Aveleth,” Z’ia explained, nodding slightly in acknowledgement that this was far from his preferred company or way to spend his time. There was nothing to be done for it, however! The bluerider would never sacrifice Aveleth’s happiness for his own entertainment, and as much as he would love to watch T’shiro be tossed into eternal darkness for something he had done, he didn’t want Aveleth to suffer. Even thinking such thoughts was dangerous, and Z’ia turned to look at his dragon as he picked up on a sudden influx of discontent from the dragon. When the young blue reassured him that he was fine, Z’ia turned back to R’nd, breathing a soft sigh of relief.
“No, we didn’t.” He smiled slightly, amused. “I think Aveleth wanted to, but he was too shy to approach any of them before they were all taken up by someone else.” The rider’s amused smile indicated he had had no desire to assist Aveleth in securing a passenger; he quite enjoyed flying with his dragon alone, and had no desire to be bogged down by some squirming weyrling and his spastic baby dragon. “Typical Krypth!” Z’ia smirked, shaking his head as he laughed with R’nd. “That dragon will go out of her way to be unpredictable.”
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia