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11.Jul.12, 08:11 AM
Z'ia was having a bitch of a time, the short man weaving his way between the much taller population of the Weyr with a combination of shoves, snarls and elbows into the stomachs of those that just would not move. Occasionally, he would change the tune by stomping on feet, shoving one person into someone else (though he didn't hang around to watch the awkward reactions after the first three) and groping. That usually resulting in people jumping so high he could slip right under them, though occasionally it resulted in results the young dragonrider would have found more interesting if he weren't already occupied with his current quest: Find D'hys.
Where is he, Ave?
The blue dragon's timid voce floated back to him; About two lengths from you, to the left.
Brilliant. The fact that Aveleth meant his length and not that of one of those piss-tiny greens didn't help improve his rider's temperament as he shoved through another gaggle of babbling riders, then stomped on the toes of a weyrbrat that got smart. What was with brats these days? Sweet Faranth! Shoving through another group, Z'ia stood up on tip toes - an action that did remarkably little to assist with his viewing vantage, and then huffed and headed further into the milling confines. It was when Ronarth swooped and everybody (or the vast majority, anyway) ducked that the young man had his best chance, and he quickly spotted the blonde head of his friend over the thongs of ducking people.
You should take a leaf from Ronarth's book, kiddo. Swoop over the throng so I can find Dye. Z'ia was serious, which was probably why Aveleth's response was one of shock and horror. But-! The timid dragon's voice was trembling, and Z'ia sighed through his nose. He didn't need the dragon to articulate that Ronarth was a bronze, and Weyrleader to boot, and if he wanted to drop and swoop over the crowds, well, he could. But Aveleth had no such intention of swooping over the people surrounding his bonded so they could all duck and he could see!
We should have just had you fly over and drop me on the bastard. That was purely for bait, and Z'ia laughed to himself when Aveleth responded with indignation - The trouble that would get them in! - even as D'ren babbled about reinstating the Wing rosters. The young bluerider wasn't listening at all as he teased his dragon and shoved his elbow into multiple kidneys to clear a path.
"Aaannnie," Z'ia purred, finally slipping up beside his friend and quirking an eyebrow questioningly at the other man's curious expression. Green eyes followed his friend's gaze to peer around at a group of rather hysterical looking greenriders. Then back to D'hys in confusion. He had totally missed the entire meeting, and the results while amusing, went over the man's head - like many things in his life.
"What new games?" His intent on that question was predatory, eyes brightening excitedly. Whatever was going on, D'hys would fill him in at some point (or the Weyr gossip would) but right now it appeared there was a new game to play, and as fancy-pants as D'ren was, Z'ia's desire to gamble weighed in higher.
[sup]Ugh. New characters. >_>[/sup]
Where is he, Ave?
The blue dragon's timid voce floated back to him; About two lengths from you, to the left.
Brilliant. The fact that Aveleth meant his length and not that of one of those piss-tiny greens didn't help improve his rider's temperament as he shoved through another gaggle of babbling riders, then stomped on the toes of a weyrbrat that got smart. What was with brats these days? Sweet Faranth! Shoving through another group, Z'ia stood up on tip toes - an action that did remarkably little to assist with his viewing vantage, and then huffed and headed further into the milling confines. It was when Ronarth swooped and everybody (or the vast majority, anyway) ducked that the young man had his best chance, and he quickly spotted the blonde head of his friend over the thongs of ducking people.
You should take a leaf from Ronarth's book, kiddo. Swoop over the throng so I can find Dye. Z'ia was serious, which was probably why Aveleth's response was one of shock and horror. But-! The timid dragon's voice was trembling, and Z'ia sighed through his nose. He didn't need the dragon to articulate that Ronarth was a bronze, and Weyrleader to boot, and if he wanted to drop and swoop over the crowds, well, he could. But Aveleth had no such intention of swooping over the people surrounding his bonded so they could all duck and he could see!
We should have just had you fly over and drop me on the bastard. That was purely for bait, and Z'ia laughed to himself when Aveleth responded with indignation - The trouble that would get them in! - even as D'ren babbled about reinstating the Wing rosters. The young bluerider wasn't listening at all as he teased his dragon and shoved his elbow into multiple kidneys to clear a path.
"Aaannnie," Z'ia purred, finally slipping up beside his friend and quirking an eyebrow questioningly at the other man's curious expression. Green eyes followed his friend's gaze to peer around at a group of rather hysterical looking greenriders. Then back to D'hys in confusion. He had totally missed the entire meeting, and the results while amusing, went over the man's head - like many things in his life.
"What new games?" His intent on that question was predatory, eyes brightening excitedly. Whatever was going on, D'hys would fill him in at some point (or the Weyr gossip would) but right now it appeared there was a new game to play, and as fancy-pants as D'ren was, Z'ia's desire to gamble weighed in higher.
[sup]Ugh. New characters. >_>[/sup]
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
