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30.Mar.14, 08:33 AM
R’nya turned slowly on his heel to face K’tir – or rather, to look down on him with a very faint frown as the brownrider played with his boot. Really, he had expected more dignity from a brownrider; he was acting much as greenriders were prone to, and blueriders. R’nya had knowledge of that button, but for now, he held himself aloft from such petty barbing, waiting instead until K’tir had finished wagging his tongue like a gossiping laundry lass.
“I acknowledged you, did I not, by remaining until you came into your own?” R’nya raised his eyebrow in his trademark fashion, his voice mild and almost void of any true emotion. Those that knew him well would have been able to pick out the emotions that were well hidden within the carefully chosen words, but he had no doubt that such would be beyond K’tir; especially in his current frame of mind. “You should air your preference for cuddles and kisses more loudly, brownrider, and you may receive partners prone to sharing them.”
R’nya’s expression settled, his eyebrows resting more naturally as he denied the desire to snort at K’tir’s invitation. “If a lack of bedding is your idea of a kick, you are sorely denied in the realms of sex; you have my pity. Good day, brownrider.” Turning the last three words into flat dismissal, R’nya again turned to leave. He was more than a little anxious to find out which dragon coiled with Mizeath, and knew he wouldn’t have to go far for such information – but he was disinclined to give K’tir anything the man could make out as R’nya fleeing from their rather unorthodox encounter.
In all honest, R’nya was less disgruntled by the encounter itself, and far more displeased with himself for allowing it to happen. He was not pleased that Xyreith had given chase, though he himself had been quietly acknowledging his own fancy for Ameris since Rhaedalyn began courting the bluerider; despite that, Xyreith was (in much the same manner as B’jin and R’nd, in R’nya’s mind) mated to the girl’s gold, and should not be dallying about with other golds. If for no other reason, than to prevent Aradissicath from becoming displeased. R’nya resisted the urge to groan as that thought hit home.
You are in much trouble, my friend. The array of emotions that received had R’nya very near laugh out loud. He did not, but he probably would have had he been alone, and Xyreith’s bristling only amused him further. R’nya’s shoulders straightened and he swept his right hand back through his hair. He was sorely in need of a bath.
“I acknowledged you, did I not, by remaining until you came into your own?” R’nya raised his eyebrow in his trademark fashion, his voice mild and almost void of any true emotion. Those that knew him well would have been able to pick out the emotions that were well hidden within the carefully chosen words, but he had no doubt that such would be beyond K’tir; especially in his current frame of mind. “You should air your preference for cuddles and kisses more loudly, brownrider, and you may receive partners prone to sharing them.”
R’nya’s expression settled, his eyebrows resting more naturally as he denied the desire to snort at K’tir’s invitation. “If a lack of bedding is your idea of a kick, you are sorely denied in the realms of sex; you have my pity. Good day, brownrider.” Turning the last three words into flat dismissal, R’nya again turned to leave. He was more than a little anxious to find out which dragon coiled with Mizeath, and knew he wouldn’t have to go far for such information – but he was disinclined to give K’tir anything the man could make out as R’nya fleeing from their rather unorthodox encounter.
In all honest, R’nya was less disgruntled by the encounter itself, and far more displeased with himself for allowing it to happen. He was not pleased that Xyreith had given chase, though he himself had been quietly acknowledging his own fancy for Ameris since Rhaedalyn began courting the bluerider; despite that, Xyreith was (in much the same manner as B’jin and R’nd, in R’nya’s mind) mated to the girl’s gold, and should not be dallying about with other golds. If for no other reason, than to prevent Aradissicath from becoming displeased. R’nya resisted the urge to groan as that thought hit home.
You are in much trouble, my friend. The array of emotions that received had R’nya very near laugh out loud. He did not, but he probably would have had he been alone, and Xyreith’s bristling only amused him further. R’nya’s shoulders straightened and he swept his right hand back through his hair. He was sorely in need of a bath.
