26.Jan.13, 07:24 AM
“A little. V’zire has taken me flying before but mostly I help bathe Niskziath and she lets me recline on her back when we’re in a daydreaming mood. She’s such a sweet girl.” Rhaedalyn was fond of the green and counted her as one of her closest friends. Sometimes she wondered if that was odd since even though riders counted their dragons as best friends, Niskziath wasn’t her dragon but they got along so well! She smiled at the memories of some of their odd conversations that Rhaedalyn knew V’zire either tuned out or ended up too confused to be a part of. He was so adorable in the times he was caught up in Niskziath’s private babbling and made a face he didn’t always know he made.
Once she was seated, Rhaedalyn quickly pulled out a bit of ribbon she kept in a pocket to help tie back her hair. If she really wanted to keep it in place, more would be needed and sometimes oil to help slick it in place but this would do for now. Mostly, she didn’t want it whacking I’shan in the face and being a nuisance. He was so kind to her that she didn’t want to scare him away! Oh, her skirt? Rhaedalyn blinked and stared down at where hands had tried to buckle her in and blushed. She had already forgotten her clothing and how inappropriate they were for riding. “I’m sorry!” She quickly blurted out and did her best to rearrange the material so the straps could be reached and buckled while still maintaining some modesty.
“I swear I’m not usually so much trouble,” she mumbled as Muffin came crawling up Ilveriath to jump into her arms. Her little blue was so cuddly! She hoped he stayed that way once he was more than a day old.
Once she was seated, Rhaedalyn quickly pulled out a bit of ribbon she kept in a pocket to help tie back her hair. If she really wanted to keep it in place, more would be needed and sometimes oil to help slick it in place but this would do for now. Mostly, she didn’t want it whacking I’shan in the face and being a nuisance. He was so kind to her that she didn’t want to scare him away! Oh, her skirt? Rhaedalyn blinked and stared down at where hands had tried to buckle her in and blushed. She had already forgotten her clothing and how inappropriate they were for riding. “I’m sorry!” She quickly blurted out and did her best to rearrange the material so the straps could be reached and buckled while still maintaining some modesty.
“I swear I’m not usually so much trouble,” she mumbled as Muffin came crawling up Ilveriath to jump into her arms. Her little blue was so cuddly! She hoped he stayed that way once he was more than a day old.