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21.Oct.12, 12:10 AM
No, Aveleth agreed softly, That would be sad, the Weyr didn't need to lose any more dragons, and especially not any of the new youngsters. It would be very sad to see one of Charath's clutchmates become lost between, especially if it were the pretty little green herself. But then, Aveleth was pretty sure she was much too smart to let something like that happen! The weyrling's croon was met with obvious delight from the young blue, whose wings fluttered as he brought himself closer and extended his nose to touch lightly at Charath's cheek. Than he dropped away, giving her back both her personal space and flying space.
"I swear he wasn't!" Z'ia responded whole heartedly, green eyes wide and sparkling with amusement. His dragon had always been a dreamer, lost in his own thoughts and wrapped up in his own fantasies, but he hadn't been a pansy; well, not per se. The bluerider laughed though, when Erisi insisted he were crazy, the rider grinning impishly at the Weyrling. He couldn't recall the last time someone genuinely thought he were crazy, or said it in a manner that implied it wasn't at all a bad thing. D'hys called him a lot of things, but D'hys had a strange insight into selected parts of Z'ia's life and thoughts that others did not. Erisi was saying what he saw. The bluerider's impish grin widened, pleased.
"She's a green," Z'ia smirked wickedly, "You are allowed a certain leeway for inability to control." Controlling a green dragon was a task that very few greenriders were capable of, which in Z'ia's opinion only made them more pathetic. Time and observation had taught Z'ia that the number of men and women who could actually control their dragon was so few and so far between it might as well not exist. In contrast, those bonded to blue, brown and bronze had far better grasp upon their dragons.
Green dragons were spirited whores who generally chose weak willed men and women so as that they could get away with their outrageous lifestyles, and hot headed opinions. It was why they, and especially their riders, required such heavy handling. If the riders were any good at controlling their dragons, then the riders of male dragons wouldn't need to control them, would they? It was a nasty little circle, but the short bluerider enjoyed his spot in the working of it all.
Z'ia smiled sweetly. "Just let her have her head. I'm sure it'll be amusing."
"I swear he wasn't!" Z'ia responded whole heartedly, green eyes wide and sparkling with amusement. His dragon had always been a dreamer, lost in his own thoughts and wrapped up in his own fantasies, but he hadn't been a pansy; well, not per se. The bluerider laughed though, when Erisi insisted he were crazy, the rider grinning impishly at the Weyrling. He couldn't recall the last time someone genuinely thought he were crazy, or said it in a manner that implied it wasn't at all a bad thing. D'hys called him a lot of things, but D'hys had a strange insight into selected parts of Z'ia's life and thoughts that others did not. Erisi was saying what he saw. The bluerider's impish grin widened, pleased.
"She's a green," Z'ia smirked wickedly, "You are allowed a certain leeway for inability to control." Controlling a green dragon was a task that very few greenriders were capable of, which in Z'ia's opinion only made them more pathetic. Time and observation had taught Z'ia that the number of men and women who could actually control their dragon was so few and so far between it might as well not exist. In contrast, those bonded to blue, brown and bronze had far better grasp upon their dragons.
Green dragons were spirited whores who generally chose weak willed men and women so as that they could get away with their outrageous lifestyles, and hot headed opinions. It was why they, and especially their riders, required such heavy handling. If the riders were any good at controlling their dragons, then the riders of male dragons wouldn't need to control them, would they? It was a nasty little circle, but the short bluerider enjoyed his spot in the working of it all.
Z'ia smiled sweetly. "Just let her have her head. I'm sure it'll be amusing."
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
