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21.Aug.12, 09:55 AM
Z'ia was deeply amused by the way J'ver took control of his teasing kiss, the bluerider letting him have at it with a sense of childish abandon, his eyes laughing and the sound escaping his lips as the greenrider pulled away, looking as smug as ever. Z'ia simply smirked. "Feel better?" he asked coyly, an eyebrow arching smoothly above dancing green eyes.
"After you," Z'ia replied, bowing with a theatrical flourish and opening the door dramatically with a wicked grin. He didn't comment on J'ver's assumption of his being a messy dumper of clothing, figuring what the greenrider didn't know wouldn't hurt him. The tiny rider's clothing was in fact perfectly kept and carefully put aside before bathing. While Z'ia didn't wear anything flippant (and those who did were subject to cruel mocking) the bluerider took a great deal of pride and care in his clothing. Not that J'ver needed to know that. It was much more amusing to watch the greenrider make his snide assumptions.
It would be wise, Aveleth agreed softly, following the pretty green's example and sitting up tidily and curling his tail around himself. Have you finished playing your games? The young dragon's eyes were mildly disproving as Z'ia came springing out of the Hall, the man's steps as light and poised as ever, the towel secured with one hand.
"For now," his words were almost sung, as he stopped by his dragon's nose. You did well, Kiddo. Thank you. Are you walking? I believe so. Would you like a bath tomorrow? It was much too late to bathe his pretty beast now, but the blue deserved to be as clean and sweetly scented as he himself would shortly be. That would be lovely.
The young dragon's attention shifted, gaze resting delicately on Rilaleeyth. Walk with me? It was a timid request, as if he weren't sure the pretty lady would be interested, in the walk or with spending time with him, or perhaps both. Perhaps it was unwise, to tempt fate after their flight together - surely Tyrrisath would be most displeased - but Aveleth could always use the assistance with controlling his human. Perhaps we can keep them separated. Unless, of course, the other pair were going to fly. In either case, it was a fairly moot point as Z'ia paid J'ver not a lick of attention as he prattled on mentally to Aveleth. Sinze Z'iz had no immediate plans for the following day, it was adding up to include a long bath, followed by a dedicated massage, and (more than likely) a lot of sunbathing for the pretty blue.
Aveleth decided rather abruptly that he should win more flights.
"After you," Z'ia replied, bowing with a theatrical flourish and opening the door dramatically with a wicked grin. He didn't comment on J'ver's assumption of his being a messy dumper of clothing, figuring what the greenrider didn't know wouldn't hurt him. The tiny rider's clothing was in fact perfectly kept and carefully put aside before bathing. While Z'ia didn't wear anything flippant (and those who did were subject to cruel mocking) the bluerider took a great deal of pride and care in his clothing. Not that J'ver needed to know that. It was much more amusing to watch the greenrider make his snide assumptions.
It would be wise, Aveleth agreed softly, following the pretty green's example and sitting up tidily and curling his tail around himself. Have you finished playing your games? The young dragon's eyes were mildly disproving as Z'ia came springing out of the Hall, the man's steps as light and poised as ever, the towel secured with one hand.
"For now," his words were almost sung, as he stopped by his dragon's nose. You did well, Kiddo. Thank you. Are you walking? I believe so. Would you like a bath tomorrow? It was much too late to bathe his pretty beast now, but the blue deserved to be as clean and sweetly scented as he himself would shortly be. That would be lovely.
The young dragon's attention shifted, gaze resting delicately on Rilaleeyth. Walk with me? It was a timid request, as if he weren't sure the pretty lady would be interested, in the walk or with spending time with him, or perhaps both. Perhaps it was unwise, to tempt fate after their flight together - surely Tyrrisath would be most displeased - but Aveleth could always use the assistance with controlling his human. Perhaps we can keep them separated. Unless, of course, the other pair were going to fly. In either case, it was a fairly moot point as Z'ia paid J'ver not a lick of attention as he prattled on mentally to Aveleth. Sinze Z'iz had no immediate plans for the following day, it was adding up to include a long bath, followed by a dedicated massage, and (more than likely) a lot of sunbathing for the pretty blue.
Aveleth decided rather abruptly that he should win more flights.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
