Awkward Getaway [Z'ia]

Z’ia was far from pleased; in part, this was from being drawn away from a pending gold flight, which meant more than his fair share of randy bronzeriders to take his pick of. In part, it was because the harsh demand from Aradissicath had his dear Aveleth trembling on the spot as he reached for Z’ia to both pass on the message, and seek reassurance. The young blue’s opinion of the gold tended to rise and fall much like the tides; he wanted to like her, but she so regularly frightened him that he instead held a distant, trembling wariness of her as he waited for her to snap at him once more. The fac that she had never been more than mentally sharp with him was the only reason Aveleth did not respond to her by flying into a full on panic attack.

For his part, Z’ia could still feel the tingles of gold induced lust curling through his blood and making the little hairs rise up on end over his arms, and down his back. He was more than a bit grumpy at being taken away from the fun that would have resulted when he picked a loser (or one picked him!) and his expression  was sour as Aveleth ghosted on the breeze, angling gently for the location Aradissicath had indicated they were to meet her at. The pair had avoided the place, since being found in it, and Aveleth’s rapidly swirling eyes were an alarming array of discomfort and distress, as he located Aradissicath and began the process of landing.

As Aveleth landed gently, Z’ia cleared his own expression, putting aside the visual cues that he was pissed off with the woman, and especially her dragon, in exchange for his usual airs of playful abandon and good natured smile. Inwardly, he was seething, and as he slid down Aveleth’s side and bounced to the ground, the little blue tossed a fearul look towards Aradissicath before retreating carefully backwards. Within a couple of breaths, Aveleth had successfully wriggled under a low hanging tree, and hidden himself from view. What Z’ia made of this was anyone’s guess, for his face was clear and bright as ever as he half bounced, half skipped towards Rhaedalyn with a cheerful smile.

“Hello!” The cheerful greeting was called out with a happy wave, before Z’ia appeared to notice Rhaedalyn’s unhappiness, and her dragon’s grouchiness. Z’ia paused mid bounce, rocking forward and then backwards again on his feet, and pursed his lips thoughtfully. “Are you okay?” He tilted his head, curls dancing and blinked owlishly up at Rhaedalyn. “She should be fine out here, you know. Far enough away not to be affected.” He smiled reassuringly, and moved closer, though with less bounce now. Aveleth remained hidden in the tree branches, his only move being to keep the three green firelizards with him when they reappeared, rather than allowing them to ambush Z’ia and Rhaedalyn.