10.Apr.13, 11:36 AM
R’nya’s hard expression softened slightly at the woman’s apology, the bronzerider nodding slightly. Had the girl given any indication that she was lying, or playing dumb, his anger may well have bristled further. As it was, her obvious realisation that she was in the wrong place was instead met with a gentle motion as R’nya lightly reached out to take her elbow, and murmured quiet instructions to accompany him. If he couldn’t prevent her from being present when the other bronzerider was dropped between he could at least keep her close by if she needed soothing herself – but more importantly – he would remove her from the immediate reach of the crowd that would soon surge with various emotions. He did not need one of his girls being trampled into the ground by an overly zealous crowd!
“Please wait here, Peorray. I will take you to collect Soren, after.” Making sure the girl was securely located amongst some of the other Riders that S’kef seemed to keep around for reasons R’nya was not involved in, the bronzerider stepped forward when the Weyrleader called him. He was worried about the young woman being present, but not overly stressed. A quick jump between for whomever the Weyrleader opted to be the executioner, and the deed would be done. Regardless, he would have been much happier if the girl were safely with the other goldriders and hopefuls.
“Sir.”
The ruckus put up by a greenrider was ignored without so much as a twitch from R’nya, though Xyreith reared his head back, eyes a vicious colour as he glared in Astoreth’s direction, his lips curling back to reveal sharp teeth as he hissed at her. R’nya quietened him with a sharp thought, though nothing of the exchange showed on his face. There was a nasty business to attend to, and excitable dragons would not ease the process.
“Please wait here, Peorray. I will take you to collect Soren, after.” Making sure the girl was securely located amongst some of the other Riders that S’kef seemed to keep around for reasons R’nya was not involved in, the bronzerider stepped forward when the Weyrleader called him. He was worried about the young woman being present, but not overly stressed. A quick jump between for whomever the Weyrleader opted to be the executioner, and the deed would be done. Regardless, he would have been much happier if the girl were safely with the other goldriders and hopefuls.
“Sir.”
The ruckus put up by a greenrider was ignored without so much as a twitch from R’nya, though Xyreith reared his head back, eyes a vicious colour as he glared in Astoreth’s direction, his lips curling back to reveal sharp teeth as he hissed at her. R’nya quietened him with a sharp thought, though nothing of the exchange showed on his face. There was a nasty business to attend to, and excitable dragons would not ease the process.