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14.Jul.13, 08:29 AM
“He is,” Z’ia agreed, his tone still somewhat twisted between suspicious and amused. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of this little girl, and the odd attraction she seemed to be to Aveleth. His dragon really was not interested in making friends – not because he did not want to, but because he simply did not have the confidence required to get out there and introduce himself to others. That he would find such confidence to introduce himself to a gold rider befuddled Z’ia. It was so… weird!
Startled green eyes shifted to stare at the little gold when she spoke, before a grin flickered over Z’ia’s lips, brightening his expression. “Of course he does! He chose me,” he teased, amused greatly by the little gold. She had no idea to whom she was speaking, and Z’ia had no designs on informing her, or her silly rider. Pretty thoughts? Women were dull, boring creatures and Z’ia could not imagine any of their thoughts being ‘pretty’. He would much rather delve into a devious mind, preferably one where there was no clothing involved. Green eyes scanned the girl subtly; he doubted there was much under her clothes worth getting excited about, and it was even less likely her thoughts were at all interesting. Certainly, her words were not!
Then again, Aveleth was disgustingly dreamy at times, and he supposed the young blue finding the idealistic thoughts of a silly hold bred whore interesting should not have surprised him. Z’ia sighed internally; while he couldn’t see any immediate benefits to him, the bluerider would move whole mountains to make Aveleth happy. How the dragon wanted him to ‘save’ the girl, Z’ia had no idea, but a good fuck would be a lovely starting point, right? Which only left one question he wasn’t about to actually ask: How long until the dragonet could be told to shut up and cope?
“Really?” The bluerider teased gently, attentive green eyes focusing on Rhaedalyn’s blushing face and he reached out lightly to gently lift her chin up, so she was not looking down, but at him. He smiled warmly at her, amusement in the expression as he made a playful dig at himself. “What pretty thoughts do you have about the itty bitty bluerider?” He laughed softly, withdrawing his hand. “It’s the curls, right? All the ladies love the curls!” Sticking his tongue out playfully, Z’ia shook his head slightly, sending his hair bouncing around his shoulders. “But you have your own!” He exclaimed, deciding that his curls could not possibly have been the reason. Reaching out lightly without permission, Z’ia swept up several strands of the girl’s hair, careful not to actually touch her. “And of a much nicer colour!”
Startled green eyes shifted to stare at the little gold when she spoke, before a grin flickered over Z’ia’s lips, brightening his expression. “Of course he does! He chose me,” he teased, amused greatly by the little gold. She had no idea to whom she was speaking, and Z’ia had no designs on informing her, or her silly rider. Pretty thoughts? Women were dull, boring creatures and Z’ia could not imagine any of their thoughts being ‘pretty’. He would much rather delve into a devious mind, preferably one where there was no clothing involved. Green eyes scanned the girl subtly; he doubted there was much under her clothes worth getting excited about, and it was even less likely her thoughts were at all interesting. Certainly, her words were not!
Then again, Aveleth was disgustingly dreamy at times, and he supposed the young blue finding the idealistic thoughts of a silly hold bred whore interesting should not have surprised him. Z’ia sighed internally; while he couldn’t see any immediate benefits to him, the bluerider would move whole mountains to make Aveleth happy. How the dragon wanted him to ‘save’ the girl, Z’ia had no idea, but a good fuck would be a lovely starting point, right? Which only left one question he wasn’t about to actually ask: How long until the dragonet could be told to shut up and cope?
“Really?” The bluerider teased gently, attentive green eyes focusing on Rhaedalyn’s blushing face and he reached out lightly to gently lift her chin up, so she was not looking down, but at him. He smiled warmly at her, amusement in the expression as he made a playful dig at himself. “What pretty thoughts do you have about the itty bitty bluerider?” He laughed softly, withdrawing his hand. “It’s the curls, right? All the ladies love the curls!” Sticking his tongue out playfully, Z’ia shook his head slightly, sending his hair bouncing around his shoulders. “But you have your own!” He exclaimed, deciding that his curls could not possibly have been the reason. Reaching out lightly without permission, Z’ia swept up several strands of the girl’s hair, careful not to actually touch her. “And of a much nicer colour!”
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
