02.Mar.13, 11:12 AM
R’nya nodded slightly, folding his arms across his chest in a slow manner, and leaning backwards on his heels. The action was not meant to come across as threatening, and if it appeared that way, the bronzerider was completely oblivious to it. The young women he spent most of his time around had grown used to his ways, and would often tell him if he did something they found amusing – or not – whatever that might be; usually such moments were accompanied by massive amounts of pouting and wide eyes. It might not have been uncommon for R’nya to do something that would result in such attentions, but that was certainly not his intent at that moment.
“True enough,” he agreed, not bothering to elaborate. Not all the goldriders might welcome a green into their midst, but he was fairly sure they would mostly not be overly unkind to R’ana. Well, most of them, at any rate, and those that would be kind to her would also be the most likely to inform R’nya if she was unwelcomed amongst the others. Then he could politely step in and shuffle her off to play with the other greenriders. Pleased with that, R’nya nodded again, pursing his lips slightly for a moment before relaxing his expression. He swayed forward slightly, as if preparing to take a step, before an eyebrow arched upward and his full attention returned to R’ana as she spoke.
“That would be appreciated.” R’nya wasn’t really keen on making his own oil – it was a messy, time consuming process – but it wasn’t something he had to do often, namely because he had a hoard of pretty little goldriders and goldrider hopefuls that were more than happy to mix up batches of pretty floral scented oil for Xyreith. The bronze, naturally, did not approve – but R’nya found the whole process both adorable and highly amusing. “Xyreith would appreciate the gesture.” He added, turning his single-arched eyebrow expression upon the bronze dragon, who grunted out a snort. The man would have smiled, but that probably would have frightened too many people.
“I really must be off, my lady.”She’s not a lady. She’s a green whore. “I really must be on my way.” The bronzerider gave no indication of his snippy beast’s input; he never did and it would be a strange day, when Xyreith’s comments became public. Everyone knew the beast was sour, but no one knew what a bully he was. R’nya had every intention of keeping it that way!
“True enough,” he agreed, not bothering to elaborate. Not all the goldriders might welcome a green into their midst, but he was fairly sure they would mostly not be overly unkind to R’ana. Well, most of them, at any rate, and those that would be kind to her would also be the most likely to inform R’nya if she was unwelcomed amongst the others. Then he could politely step in and shuffle her off to play with the other greenriders. Pleased with that, R’nya nodded again, pursing his lips slightly for a moment before relaxing his expression. He swayed forward slightly, as if preparing to take a step, before an eyebrow arched upward and his full attention returned to R’ana as she spoke.
“That would be appreciated.” R’nya wasn’t really keen on making his own oil – it was a messy, time consuming process – but it wasn’t something he had to do often, namely because he had a hoard of pretty little goldriders and goldrider hopefuls that were more than happy to mix up batches of pretty floral scented oil for Xyreith. The bronze, naturally, did not approve – but R’nya found the whole process both adorable and highly amusing. “Xyreith would appreciate the gesture.” He added, turning his single-arched eyebrow expression upon the bronze dragon, who grunted out a snort. The man would have smiled, but that probably would have frightened too many people.
“I really must be off, my lady.”