29.Aug.18, 09:42 AM
“It doesn’t seem to be a consideration for most of them,” Z’ia allowed, amused. He’d seen some pretty spectacular flights just because of where or when the green decided to take to the skies. The girls in their maiden years were the best, popping into the sky at intervals that their young rider just never seems to be anticipating! Z’ia was pleased, not for the first time, that he’d Impressed to a blue. Having Aveleth give chase was not nearly as disconcerting as he felt actually being the green’s rider would be. Besides, Aveleth was so sweet, always asking if it was okay if he gave chase – Z’ia knew for a fact that a randy green did not ask her Bonded if it was okay if she took flight. Not even Rilaleeyth, and she was possibly the sweetest dragon to ever Hatch, alongside his own.
Z’ia turned his head to look at F’drel, lifting his eyebrows and quirking a lazy smile at the pout. “The Weyr holds a lot of secrets,” he said, shifting his gaze back up to the stone ceiling. He’d spent most of the past few weeks poking around in the depths of the Weyr, especially where other people didn’t go. Partly, he did it because it was fun and he was a nosy bastard, and partly because even Z’ia could only soak up so much sun before he had had enough. To be sure, the bluerider was very well tanned and his dark hair bleached several shades lighter than it naturally grew.
“Have you explored the Weyr much?” Z’ia asked, blue eyes wide as he looked curiously at F’drel.
Z’ia turned his head to look at F’drel, lifting his eyebrows and quirking a lazy smile at the pout. “The Weyr holds a lot of secrets,” he said, shifting his gaze back up to the stone ceiling. He’d spent most of the past few weeks poking around in the depths of the Weyr, especially where other people didn’t go. Partly, he did it because it was fun and he was a nosy bastard, and partly because even Z’ia could only soak up so much sun before he had had enough. To be sure, the bluerider was very well tanned and his dark hair bleached several shades lighter than it naturally grew.
“Have you explored the Weyr much?” Z’ia asked, blue eyes wide as he looked curiously at F’drel.