20.Oct.12, 07:30 AM
The day had been spent lazily, with Z'ia rolling out of bed somewhere just before lunch time without any real intent to do anything at all productive. In a lazy, and particularly mild mood, the little bluerider had spent the better part of the early afternoon scrubbing his dragon from nose tip to tail tip. Than a long, full body massage with a thorough coating of oil to make the pale blue dragon sparkle more beautifully than any gold beast. Who would want gold, when there were blue to be had?
Silly girls, wrapped up in fantasy. Aveleth supplied lazily, his wings stretched out into the sun and he admired himself over one shoulder with softly swirling eyes and a quiet pride. Thank you, Z'ia.
"You're welcome, Kiddo." Z'ia responded lazily, tossing the odds and ends required for bathing and oiling back into the sack he used and kicking it over against the side of his hut; he'd put it away properly later. Returning his attention to his dragon, Z'ia brushed his fingers gently over the dragon's eyeridge, watching the way his bonded's eye colour shifted and changed. "Gunna sun now, Kiddo?"
No, Aveleth murmured thoughtfully, crooning softly under the gentle petting. I think I'll hunt. Will you come? The usual request was met with a soft laugh, the young rider not unaware of his dragon's reluctance to leave him without a babysitter.
"Okay," laughter was on his voice as Z'ia climbed bareback onto his dragon, neither beast nor rider interested in the confines of straps, or the work required to dig them up and actually put them on. Wide, gorgeous blue wings extended and the young dragon threw himself up into the air, his rider clinging delicately to him in the process.
Appearing out of between above the hunting range, Aveleth's sharp gaze easily spotted the temperamental form of Charath, the young blue's interest peaking as he swirled for a lazy landing not far away from where Erisi was lounging in the grass. Do behave yourself, Aveleth murmured playfully, as Z'ia slipped from him a length above the ground and landed in a crouch. Aveleth pushing back into the air and angling upward to fly closer to Charath's level.
Greetings, Charath. Mild, polite but not overly worried yet, the blue dragon's eyes swirled with contentment. He was hungry, but he would be polite first.
"Heyya, Eri." Z'ia smirked down at the lazing weyrling, before flopping down beside him as if he had every right to do so. "Sup?"
Silly girls, wrapped up in fantasy. Aveleth supplied lazily, his wings stretched out into the sun and he admired himself over one shoulder with softly swirling eyes and a quiet pride. Thank you, Z'ia.
"You're welcome, Kiddo." Z'ia responded lazily, tossing the odds and ends required for bathing and oiling back into the sack he used and kicking it over against the side of his hut; he'd put it away properly later. Returning his attention to his dragon, Z'ia brushed his fingers gently over the dragon's eyeridge, watching the way his bonded's eye colour shifted and changed. "Gunna sun now, Kiddo?"
No, Aveleth murmured thoughtfully, crooning softly under the gentle petting. I think I'll hunt. Will you come? The usual request was met with a soft laugh, the young rider not unaware of his dragon's reluctance to leave him without a babysitter.
"Okay," laughter was on his voice as Z'ia climbed bareback onto his dragon, neither beast nor rider interested in the confines of straps, or the work required to dig them up and actually put them on. Wide, gorgeous blue wings extended and the young dragon threw himself up into the air, his rider clinging delicately to him in the process.
Appearing out of between above the hunting range, Aveleth's sharp gaze easily spotted the temperamental form of Charath, the young blue's interest peaking as he swirled for a lazy landing not far away from where Erisi was lounging in the grass. Do behave yourself, Aveleth murmured playfully, as Z'ia slipped from him a length above the ground and landed in a crouch. Aveleth pushing back into the air and angling upward to fly closer to Charath's level.
Greetings, Charath. Mild, polite but not overly worried yet, the blue dragon's eyes swirled with contentment. He was hungry, but he would be polite first.
"Heyya, Eri." Z'ia smirked down at the lazing weyrling, before flopping down beside him as if he had every right to do so. "Sup?"
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia