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04.May.14, 03:46 PM
Had R’nya been paying attention to the gossip, instead of going so terribly out of his way to ignore it all and avoid anyone with a wagging tongue, undoubtedly he would have learned of Ameris’ slip of the tongue. Moreover, perhaps if he had, he would not be looking at the girl with something that crossed between heartbreak and horror as she stared at him like a wherry cornered by a dragon… Not that Ameris looked anything at all like a wherry, R’nya amended quietly, and he certainly did not feel nearly as glamorous as a dragon.
You’re rambling, Sir , the bronze put in, his tone long suffering as he huffed. R’nya had been doing a lot of rambling lately, or he was so silent Xyreith had to stir up some type of memory just to be sure the man were still walking with him on the soil of Pern and not lost in the depths of between. The bronze was more than a little bit worried, but what was a dragon to do for human stupidity? For his part, Xyreith had been has happy to mingle in the company as Mizeath as ever, when she was of a mood to spend it with him. In contrast, he was still avoiding Aradissicath and her sour mood, when he was not doing his usual to press her buttons – which came in the form of chatting to the other golds. Aradissicath was a possessive little bitch!
So are you, and you reek of your adoration for her, Xyreith. R’nya interrupted his dragon’s wandering thoughts to push the bronze away from him mentally, so he could concentrate on the girl who was looking so close to fleeing if he so much as twitched. R’nya’s expression softened into one of sorrow, showing more emotions across his usually stoic features in those few minutes than probably all of the past year of social interactions.
“Hello, my dear.” Three small word, spoken on a soft voice, gentle and affection as R’nya sighed them out, shoulders slumping just slightly. He was still worried even that small movement would send Ameris fleeing. Never having been one for small talk, R’nya flailed mentally for some way to continue before the silence between their greetings turned into heavy awkwardness. He probably did nothing but damn himself to awkwardness as he held his hand out, several berries on his palm. “Berry?” His eyebrows furrowed above his eyes, expression hopeful, the bronzerider too lost in trying not to be scary to wear the usual stoic mask, forgetting that Rhaedalyn had been more freaked out by his show of humanity than his mask when they had been in a similar situation during the landslide.
So are you, and you reek of your adoration for her, Xyreith. R’nya interrupted his dragon’s wandering thoughts to push the bronze away from him mentally, so he could concentrate on the girl who was looking so close to fleeing if he so much as twitched. R’nya’s expression softened into one of sorrow, showing more emotions across his usually stoic features in those few minutes than probably all of the past year of social interactions.
“Hello, my dear.” Three small word, spoken on a soft voice, gentle and affection as R’nya sighed them out, shoulders slumping just slightly. He was still worried even that small movement would send Ameris fleeing. Never having been one for small talk, R’nya flailed mentally for some way to continue before the silence between their greetings turned into heavy awkwardness. He probably did nothing but damn himself to awkwardness as he held his hand out, several berries on his palm. “Berry?” His eyebrows furrowed above his eyes, expression hopeful, the bronzerider too lost in trying not to be scary to wear the usual stoic mask, forgetting that Rhaedalyn had been more freaked out by his show of humanity than his mask when they had been in a similar situation during the landslide.
