04.Jun.13, 07:34 AM
“He should be fine,” Z’ia replied lightly, smiling slightly at the offer. “We’re far enough away that communication is pretty dodgy, so unless he tries to be receptive, he should remain ignorant.” The bluerider shrugged lightly; he wasn’t overly worried and he was quite sure Aveleth was aware enough of what was going on that day to be as uninterested in any form of taking part as it was possible to be. If that required Z’ia standing on his head singing LALALALALA to help distract his dragon, he would; he was quite pleased with his doubt that it would be needed, however!
A good natured eye roll accompanied R’nd’s statement, and Z’ia smirked. “I don’t like sharing my dragon.” He hadn’t become a dragonrider so he could be responsible for ferrying people around! It was, perhaps, one of the biggest benefits of the Plague and being stuck in the south; no ferry duty! Something he’d known the lower coloured riders were often dumped with, though if they were lucky they could crown themselves searchriders – and find people who would Impress above their own station. Well; they did say that those who can’t, teach.
“A lot of upcoming greens!” Z’ia laughed, “Though I’m more interested in who scores blue, honestly. Aveleth is a lousy chaser, so those are the ones I usually pick through.” Amusement was thick in the man’s voice and he tugged lightly on a curl, letting it go after a moment so it bounced back into place. Aveleth’s lack of go-get-em in flight was something Z’ia found more amusing than frustrating though it had certainly been a very sore point in the first few years! The young blue had his favourites – notably Rilaleeyth and Astoreth – though even those girls he rarely won, though he put effort into the chaces. Rilaleeyth’s partnership with Tyrrisath made scoring her difficult, while A’liran seemed intent on turning Astoreth against poor Aveleth.
Speaking of Aveleth; Z’ia turned suddenly, a concerned and confused frown pulling his eyebrows down into a scowl. “Kiddo?” It was almost a growl, the threat clear, but hardly aimed at the dragon as Z’ia excused himself from R’nd without explanation and began striding pointedly towards where his dragon was curled up, wings half extended as he attempted to hide himself. The dragon’s emotions spiked at Z’ia’s own tumbling disgruntlement at his dragon being caused distress, and Aveleth whimpered unhappily.
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Rhaedalyn was not the only one to want to sink through the ground at Aradissicath’s reassurance to her rider, the young blue dragon’s eyes rapidly changing colour as he drew in on himself, anxious and distressed and incredibly embarrassed! His wings unfurled slightly, intending to hide himself behind them, but he fought the urge desperately, he didn’t want to upset either of the lovely ladies! Unfortunately, he wasn’t as swift to be sure he didn’t interrupt Z’ia, and Aveleth shrunk in on himself at the sound of Z’ia’s one worded question, whimpering in distress.
Aveleth turned his head to peer over his wing at his rider, eye colour anxious as he attempted to pull himself together and pretend everything was alright, because really, there was nothing wrong!Oh dear. The gentle word was meant to be expressed to no one but himself, but his anxiety cause him to be louder than he’d intended and Z’ia’s arms crossed over his chest as he marched around the head of his dragon, pushing the blue’s muzzle out of his way when Aveleth tried to prevent him.
“Oh dear what?” No answer was expected and Aveleth’s attempt went unheard by Z’ia as he finally rounded the dragon, still speaking. “Who do you think you are, upsetting my dragon?!”I’m not upset! Please! his voice was for Z’ia alone, a mere whisper against the edge of his mind and apologetic eyes were cast desperately at Rhaedalyn and Aradissicath as Aveleth curled in on himself, burying his face under one wing, utterly mortified, as his rider stopped suddenly in surprise.
Z’ia stood, arms folded over his chest, staring down at Rhaedalyn in surprise; expression altering from murderous rage to shock and then irritation before settling into a flat, neutral look with an underlying air of dry amusement. He stared at the girl for a moment, eyes narrowing thoughtfully and a quick glance was given to the firelizard-sized dragon sitting beside her. His gaze shifted back to Rhaedalyn and Z’ia chewed on his bottom lip for a moment. “You flattered him, didn’t you?” Exasperation lingered in the question, and Z’ia turned to frown at Aveleth, poking the dragon’s neck with a pointer finger. Aveleth groaned but didn’t move and Z’ia shrugged.
Turning back to Rhaedalyn, Z’ia’s head was cocked slightly to one side, a frown between his eyebrows; Aveleth’s voice was so low he was having trouble hearing the dragon. Slowly, Aveleth’s head came out from under his wing and snaked over to press his cheek against Z’ia’s leg. If dragons could blush, he would have become a lovely shade of purple. However, the swirling colours in his eyes and the rapid speed of them indicated quite clearly he was terribly embarrassed. Z’ia’s arms unfolded to rest one hand atop Aveleth’s head, as the dragon gently extended his muzzle to rest it just barely on Rhaedalyn’s toes.You may.
A good natured eye roll accompanied R’nd’s statement, and Z’ia smirked. “I don’t like sharing my dragon.” He hadn’t become a dragonrider so he could be responsible for ferrying people around! It was, perhaps, one of the biggest benefits of the Plague and being stuck in the south; no ferry duty! Something he’d known the lower coloured riders were often dumped with, though if they were lucky they could crown themselves searchriders – and find people who would Impress above their own station. Well; they did say that those who can’t, teach.
“A lot of upcoming greens!” Z’ia laughed, “Though I’m more interested in who scores blue, honestly. Aveleth is a lousy chaser, so those are the ones I usually pick through.” Amusement was thick in the man’s voice and he tugged lightly on a curl, letting it go after a moment so it bounced back into place. Aveleth’s lack of go-get-em in flight was something Z’ia found more amusing than frustrating though it had certainly been a very sore point in the first few years! The young blue had his favourites – notably Rilaleeyth and Astoreth – though even those girls he rarely won, though he put effort into the chaces. Rilaleeyth’s partnership with Tyrrisath made scoring her difficult, while A’liran seemed intent on turning Astoreth against poor Aveleth.
Speaking of Aveleth; Z’ia turned suddenly, a concerned and confused frown pulling his eyebrows down into a scowl. “Kiddo?” It was almost a growl, the threat clear, but hardly aimed at the dragon as Z’ia excused himself from R’nd without explanation and began striding pointedly towards where his dragon was curled up, wings half extended as he attempted to hide himself. The dragon’s emotions spiked at Z’ia’s own tumbling disgruntlement at his dragon being caused distress, and Aveleth whimpered unhappily.
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Rhaedalyn was not the only one to want to sink through the ground at Aradissicath’s reassurance to her rider, the young blue dragon’s eyes rapidly changing colour as he drew in on himself, anxious and distressed and incredibly embarrassed! His wings unfurled slightly, intending to hide himself behind them, but he fought the urge desperately, he didn’t want to upset either of the lovely ladies! Unfortunately, he wasn’t as swift to be sure he didn’t interrupt Z’ia, and Aveleth shrunk in on himself at the sound of Z’ia’s one worded question, whimpering in distress.
Aveleth turned his head to peer over his wing at his rider, eye colour anxious as he attempted to pull himself together and pretend everything was alright, because really, there was nothing wrong!
“Oh dear what?” No answer was expected and Aveleth’s attempt went unheard by Z’ia as he finally rounded the dragon, still speaking. “Who do you think you are, upsetting my dragon?!”
Z’ia stood, arms folded over his chest, staring down at Rhaedalyn in surprise; expression altering from murderous rage to shock and then irritation before settling into a flat, neutral look with an underlying air of dry amusement. He stared at the girl for a moment, eyes narrowing thoughtfully and a quick glance was given to the firelizard-sized dragon sitting beside her. His gaze shifted back to Rhaedalyn and Z’ia chewed on his bottom lip for a moment. “You flattered him, didn’t you?” Exasperation lingered in the question, and Z’ia turned to frown at Aveleth, poking the dragon’s neck with a pointer finger. Aveleth groaned but didn’t move and Z’ia shrugged.
Turning back to Rhaedalyn, Z’ia’s head was cocked slightly to one side, a frown between his eyebrows; Aveleth’s voice was so low he was having trouble hearing the dragon. Slowly, Aveleth’s head came out from under his wing and snaked over to press his cheek against Z’ia’s leg. If dragons could blush, he would have become a lovely shade of purple. However, the swirling colours in his eyes and the rapid speed of them indicated quite clearly he was terribly embarrassed. Z’ia’s arms unfolded to rest one hand atop Aveleth’s head, as the dragon gently extended his muzzle to rest it just barely on Rhaedalyn’s toes.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia