Whatever, Charath [Z'ia]

Z'ia listened with a curious little frown as Erisi spoke of his life before he had been Searched - or Stolen, as was the more common term these days. Z'ia had been one of those that had come South with the original dragonriders. He, himself, had been Searched when he was 12, though he'd failed to Impress at either of the clutches for which he'd stood. A good thing, most probably; he couldn't recall anyone that had been clutched in those turns at Igen surviving. Or perhaps he'd just not been paying enough attention; that was also quite probable. The bluerider he'd come South with hated his guts, but Z'ia cared little about that. Coming South had been the biggest mistake of his life, right up until the moment he Impressed Aveleth.

Now he hung on the promise of eventually going home, back to the North, with the same deep anticipation many of the Stolen displayed. He kept his opinions to himself, however, especially after D'hys' rather abrupt display that day in the Gather Square. The only living human Z'ia had any desire to apease didn't want to go home, while the tiny bluerider would draw blood for the chance alone to return North. It was something he had no intention of letting D'hys know, or not until he was well on the way home, at any rate. He needed to go home to the North, just like he needed to breathe.

Surprising or dangerous, Aveleth murmured quietly to Z'ia, his voice lighter than a drifting snow flake. Does he have any idea to whom he speaks? The young dragon seemed slightly concerned, but mostly confused as he looked up from where he had finished his meal. Picking himself up carefully, Aveleth wandered a little closer to the group, sitting down contentedly and wrapping his tail around himself much like a feline before he set about cleaning his face and claws. Aveleth was not a messy eater, but he still felt the need to tidy up after each meal.

I don't think so, Z'ia was highly amused. There truly wasn't anything more beautifully delightful than a greenrider who had absolutely no idea what life had in store for him. Speaking of, the short bluerider's eyebrows arched up, getting lost under his curly hair at Erisi's response. Four months? Green eyes narrowed thoughtfully, even as Aveleth inserted with quiet confidence, She will rise again soon enough. Well, that explained his little dragon's interest, though Z'ia was still pleased with it. It was never a bad thing, for Aveleth to invest more interest in the greens of the Weyr. The young man had no idea why his dragon was so picky, but he figured that at least he picked those girls with men who were a good lay. Even J'ver had something going for him!

"Oh, we will be." Z'ia's own smirk twisted playfully over his lips as he eyed Erisi. The young man could be whiny and dramatic, but he was no eye sore and Z'ia had enjoyed their unplanned tumble in the Kitchen storeroom. A flight with the little bitch would definitely be called for, and judging by the gossip, his first flight had not been anything worth recalling! M'bal, indeed!