05.Sep.13, 07:55 PM
"Good," Z'ia purred softly, squeezing the girl's hands again as he watched her slowly regain her own calmness, and set herself up where she would be able to control what was happening. "We will," was murmured softly as Ameris finally appeared to be herself - oh, he could tell she was still worried about her dragon, but at least now she didn't look like she would randomly run off the edge of a cliff in her own ridiculous panic. He studdied her face for a moment, before releasing her hands, and gently turning her around with light touches on her hips. "We're going this way." Now that she was calming, Z'ia was torn between rolling his eyes and bashing his head. What was he even doing? Why couldn't these bloody goldriders keep their lids on? Shaking his head slightly as he walked beside Ameris, Z'ia flicked wet curls out of his face.
He lead her quietly to the building Aveleth had pointed out and was still eyeing off, and gently directed the girl inside, Aveleth ruffling his wings and then bouncing up to curl up on the roof where he was left to his own devices. Curling up quietly, he settled down and shifted his own vision so he could watch through Z'ia's eyes. The spike of outrage from his rider was felt, and Aveleth would have trembled, but he was too busy agreeing. The blue's wings shuffled unhappily and his tail took up twitching once more, the tip dancing like an angry felines.
Z'ia hissed between his teeth as he came to an abrupt stop, taking in the scene before him with a twist of his lips and angrily furrowed eyebrows. "Do you know anything?" He demanded, his voice a soft hiss as he pushed Ameris forward (though he doubted she needed the encouragement once her dragonet was spotted) and glared hotly at O'wain. "You're frightening her more, you fucking retard. Quit crowding!" Z'ia couldn't care two hoots about Mizeath for her colours, but having had to move numbskull idiots from 'helping' Aveleth when the youngster had been in such positions as a weyrling himself, made him remarkably quick to jump to Mizeath's aid in such a scenario.
Rhaedalyn mentioned with permission.
Ameris poked and prodded with permission.
Z'ia gets all the bitches :P
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia