life don't wait if you hesitate (Cr'oph)

[Ember]

Jazheera was a relatively simple woman, or so she thought of herself. She didn't care much for hand-holding or sweet talk or any of the obvious things a girl did with their boyfriend. She'd rather spar with them or chat or, in the case of being with a guy with hair almost as long as hers, braid the guy's hair. It was extremely amusing to the bluerider that Cr'oph's hair was so long. She could hardly say anything about gender roles and such but she could question anyone else being as pigheaded as her to keep such long hair while being a dragonrider.

"You do realize you're crazy, right?" Jazz asked the man, amusement ringing in her voice rather than annoyance. She used a few strands of his hair to tickle his neck briefly before going back to her braiding. It was handy "You stick out like a sore thumb on a bad day...to go waltzing into a Hold like you belonged there..." She shook her head though he wouldn't see it. A grin formed on her face as she finished Cr'oph's braid and tied it quickly. "It was interesting, though." Because she wasn't a nag. She was concerned about people she cared about - and she did like Cr'oph, as a friend at the very least, if not more than that - and that made her voice her concern. Nothing more and nothing less.

They'd gone to the Gather already earlier in the day and spent a considerable amount of time there. Jazz wasn't antisocial but neither did she care to be surrounded by strangers for too many hours in a day. Some leftover paranoia from her stay in Bitra maybe. Either way, the pair were no longer within the Hold but outside it. They hadn't gone all the way back to their dragons. Dhavalth would have pestered her to no end. Probably. "You can stand up again, by the way," she commented to Cr'oph offhandedly. A moment later she added in a mutter, "Damn giant." He was at least a full foot taller than her. She didn't hate her height but interacting with such tall people on a regular basis was kind of annoying. "So...?" What now?

[Rei]

Cr’oph was actually quite comfortable. Despite all the secrecy that had to be preformed while they lingered at this gather it wasn’t all that bad. He had been pretty good about keeping a low profile kohl or no kohl. Or so he thought. It was his brother that had seemed to have to trouble with not standing out. Him and some of the other people who went to seemingly bizarre attempts to be noticed. Like Erilena and the whole trough incident. (Oh he’d seen that. And thought it funny as hell too.) S’rei with his noisy as hell pots and pans. (Seriously that cart was a case of sound abuse) And then there was X’rx who was waltzing around dressed like a complete f*g. (Really too tight leather?) The bronzer had wanted to approach his friend. Thinking the whole thing a bit much. But he decided against it. Mave had him quite paranoid about the possibility of Selenitas loyalties being not quite what they used to be after the whole tithe thing. The bronze might be right too. You can only fight against something for so long before you grow tired and acceptance starts to look good. Lesser evils and all that. It had been over seven months already.

Jazzheera brought him out of his inner thoughts then as she spoke. Pixie, as he affectionately called her, was currently braiding his hair. Which felt rather good. Lazy. He was liking lazy right now. Cr’oph shifted his weight to sneak a hand back and squeeze her calf in retaliation to the tickle against his neck. “Suppose I know I’m a little crazy.” He commented with a grin his voice conveying the expression as well since the small woman at his back couldn’t see it. “Still better to walk in that way all confident and like you belong than slinking around. You get more attention with slinking than you would acting like you belong there.” The bronzer shrugged. It was true enough. He hardly got more than a second glance from anyone. The more nervous ones even stayed completely out of his way. See there were advantages to being a complete asshole. People tended to leave you alone for the most part.

Stretching as Jazz finished with his braid, Cr’oph stood and flipping it experimentally over his shoulder winked at her. “Nice job as always Pixie.” With a grin he patted her on the top of her head, messing up her hair just because he could and she was cute when she looked annoyed. “Not my fault you come from a family of midgets sweetheart.” He remarked with a teasing lit before suddenly grabbing her and tossing her over his shoulder. Damn she was light. Thus he loved to toss her around like a sack of tubers. Okay well maybe a little more gently then that. “Hmm. I don’t know.” Repositioning the bluerider so she was sitting on his shoulders he locked a hand around each of her ankles to steady her. “We could walk around a bit? We could go back to the gather? Or we could just make out?” The last little comment was offered as mostly a tease. But hell he wasn’t doing to turn it down if she accepted. No way.