20.Sep.13, 12:38 AM
"Oh!" Z'ia yelped softly, hands lifting in a placitating gesture with a slightly wild eyed look. "I didn't mean to imply that!" Well, he would certainly contest her intelligence, because Z'ia was quite sure there was no such thing as a woman who was actively smart, especially those that went out there to point out that they were. All talk, no brain action was what Z'ia tended to see, and hearing women blab about absolutely nothing was not something the bluerider enjoyed. Idiots, all of them. Still, appearances had to be upheld, and Z'ia enjoyed playing games. Who better to play games with, than idiot women who thought they were actually something intelligent.
The apology that spilled from the girl's lips almost immediately following brought a gentle smile to Z'ia's lips, and he nodded his head once in acceptance. "It's okay! I'd just hate for someone so nice to get caught up in a mess like that." He frowned seriously, expression thoughtful as Plague popped out of between with a disproving chitter and landed lightly on Z'ia's shoulder. A moment later, Destiny and Chastity also popped out of between, with Chastitiy taking one startled look at Ameris and Mizeath and then vanishing between again with a squeak of surprise. Z'ia ignored their appereance, and Chastity's vanishing, except to gently pet Plague's nose as she shoved the poisonous green muzzle against his cheek and demanded affection; Destiny was quite content to sprawl on his thigh and stare at Mizeath.
"... You're welcome." Z'ia spoke slowly, looking startled at being spoken to by the dragonet, his eyebrows raising as he eyed her thoughtfully for a moment. Shaking it off with a light tremour down his spine, Z'ia turned his gaze back to Ameris; he was unused to other dragons speaking to him, and while some creatures were naturally loud or inclined to speaking to people other than their own humans, Z'ia tended to avoid those types. He knew why, too: he spent enough time keeping himself carefully sheltered from his own dragon, he did not need nor want another dragon poking around in his mind.I would never let someone do that, Z'ia. Aveleth whispered gently. I know, Kiddo.
"Will you two be okay, now?" He couldn't very well bounce on off if they weren't going to be okay. That wouldn't be very good for his good-boy-sweetheart reputation!
The apology that spilled from the girl's lips almost immediately following brought a gentle smile to Z'ia's lips, and he nodded his head once in acceptance. "It's okay! I'd just hate for someone so nice to get caught up in a mess like that." He frowned seriously, expression thoughtful as Plague popped out of between with a disproving chitter and landed lightly on Z'ia's shoulder. A moment later, Destiny and Chastity also popped out of between, with Chastitiy taking one startled look at Ameris and Mizeath and then vanishing between again with a squeak of surprise. Z'ia ignored their appereance, and Chastity's vanishing, except to gently pet Plague's nose as she shoved the poisonous green muzzle against his cheek and demanded affection; Destiny was quite content to sprawl on his thigh and stare at Mizeath.
"... You're welcome." Z'ia spoke slowly, looking startled at being spoken to by the dragonet, his eyebrows raising as he eyed her thoughtfully for a moment. Shaking it off with a light tremour down his spine, Z'ia turned his gaze back to Ameris; he was unused to other dragons speaking to him, and while some creatures were naturally loud or inclined to speaking to people other than their own humans, Z'ia tended to avoid those types. He knew why, too: he spent enough time keeping himself carefully sheltered from his own dragon, he did not need nor want another dragon poking around in his mind.
"Will you two be okay, now?" He couldn't very well bounce on off if they weren't going to be okay. That wouldn't be very good for his good-boy-sweetheart reputation!
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia