Whatever, Charath [Z'ia]

Aveleth listened quietly to Charath's dark voice as the young dragon sulked about her rider no listening to her. Large, slowly swirling eyes blinked all three lids closed, than open once more as he considered her thoughtfully. He could understand the difficulties of being bonded to a rider who had better things on his agenda than listening to his much smarter dragon, who definitely knew what was best for him. Aveleth 's nose crinkled slightly. She would not like the simplest fact that he had discovered in his five turns of life; Z'ia still does not listen to me. A slight pause, I wish you more luck with Yours. What else could he do? He certainly wouldn't tell her she was doomed. Greens were much smarter and too spunky to put up with irritating riders eternally. Aveleth gave a soft croon.

Z'ia wasn't as subtle as his dragon; he laughed outright at Erisi's plight. His laughter wasn't over loud, or particularly cruel. Rather it was bright and honestly amused. Green eyes sparkled with mischief as he turned his gaze on Erisi, ignoring the young man's question about interesting happening's in his own life. "Aveleth likes to preach." He offered, smirking around the words and obviously unworried by them. He didn't know if Erisi had ever heard Aveleth talk; the dragon's soft and whispery voice was hardly the type for preaching. Additionally, the young man undoubtedly knew of his dragons reputation: A shaking, cowering ball of fear more often than not. Not the type of dragon to be taken for a preacher, certainly, though Z'ia's words were spoken with distinct honesty.

His dragon was often a ball of tightly strung nerves because Z'ia pushed all the poor creature's buttons and stood back to watch the effect. It was cruel, but it was part of their relationship, and both accepted and understood it. Z'ia raised an eyebrow at Erisi, a sly smirk winding over the young man's lips as he rolled closer to the Weyrling, putting himself in his space so he could whisper in a conspiring manner. "One day when he was preaching, we were flying along all nice like," he murmured, voice mild but low, "and I got sick of his Mightier Than Thou attitude; we'd been learning between, just like you. So! I undid my riding straps... and I jumped off."

Z'ia rolled back away from Erisi and gave a wicked cackle of laughter, obviously quite pleased with himself. "Damn near killed him with shock. He's never quite been so preachy since." ... I do not preach, Aveleth sighed, turning to look down at the two riders sprawled in the grass with an expression close to dismay. Why are you filling his head with lies? We go sky diving all the time. A pause. If he tries to shut her up by copying and kills himself, you'll be in a lot of trouble. Aveleth was distinctly disproving. They're just greens. Z'ia shrugged mentally, unconcerned. Besides, he's smart. If the kid would jump, he'd do it with back up. More than likely, he'd find a similar way to jolt his dragon without literally plummeting from her back. Z'ia tossed Erisi a wink.