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04.Apr.15, 03:58 AM
Rhaedalyn giggled at Xyreith’s statement and the way R’nya looked like he wanted to protest but ended up floundering instead. “Is that so?” Aradissicath’s confidence and the lingering lust of flight had bolstered Rhaedalyn enough for her to make such a teasing comment and she even managed to avoid flushing with embarrassment as she did so. She wasn’t known for being flirty and she was among the first to admit she didn’t really have any social skills when it came to talking with men on a romantic level – or even on a friendship level until she knew them a bit more – but this time, it seemed right and felt natural to say.
Because it is R’nya. It seems hard to do wrong when it comes to him. Aradissicath lazily commented on the situation, pleased that her rider was feeling far more comfortable around someone again but also not entirely interested after her own excitement of the evening. She didn’t even put up a playful protest of Xyreith making himself at home beside her. Truth was, she was fond of the bronze. He was a good flight partner, giving a good chase and capture, and his antics towards R’nya was always amusing. It was a shame he acted like a toddler at times with trying to get to her. In the end, though, it was a part of his charm and even that game was fun.
“I’m glad that they were and that you made it home in time.” She bit her lip as she thought about what she wanted to say. She was fairly certain it had been said before and it didn’t seem like it had gone over well – or at least something in that conversation had sent R’nya fleeing from the room – but Rhaedalyn wanted to make sure the bronzerider knew how special he was to her.
The sheet was tugged up to arrange it to cover a bit more of her body and fingers worried the material for several seconds as a substitute for playing with her – a habit that was lost when the curls were chopped off but would likely return once they grew out a bit more. “I like that you always win the flights. You always seem to know what’s best and what’s needed so you’d know what I’d want in a flight partner,” and even though it was R’nya, she still ended up a bit sore but she couldn’t imagine what it’d be like with someone else and what shape she’d be in then. After another slight pause, she dared to add, “and how nice the after times are.” Her awkwardness returned and Rhaedalyn blushed and ducked her head again, suddenly aware she was making a fool out of herself but unable to stop it.
“I’m sorry. I’m being silly and living in daydreams again, I think.” She loved her happy land of daydreams but Rhaedalyn suspected she was romanticising random things again and it possibly wouldn’t be appreciated. No doubt she looked like a foolish child in R’nya’s eyes, no matter how accepting he was of her quirks or Aradissicath’s insistence that no wrong could be done.
Because it is R’nya. It seems hard to do wrong when it comes to him. Aradissicath lazily commented on the situation, pleased that her rider was feeling far more comfortable around someone again but also not entirely interested after her own excitement of the evening. She didn’t even put up a playful protest of Xyreith making himself at home beside her. Truth was, she was fond of the bronze. He was a good flight partner, giving a good chase and capture, and his antics towards R’nya was always amusing. It was a shame he acted like a toddler at times with trying to get to her. In the end, though, it was a part of his charm and even that game was fun.
“I’m glad that they were and that you made it home in time.” She bit her lip as she thought about what she wanted to say. She was fairly certain it had been said before and it didn’t seem like it had gone over well – or at least something in that conversation had sent R’nya fleeing from the room – but Rhaedalyn wanted to make sure the bronzerider knew how special he was to her.
The sheet was tugged up to arrange it to cover a bit more of her body and fingers worried the material for several seconds as a substitute for playing with her – a habit that was lost when the curls were chopped off but would likely return once they grew out a bit more. “I like that you always win the flights. You always seem to know what’s best and what’s needed so you’d know what I’d want in a flight partner,” and even though it was R’nya, she still ended up a bit sore but she couldn’t imagine what it’d be like with someone else and what shape she’d be in then. After another slight pause, she dared to add, “and how nice the after times are.” Her awkwardness returned and Rhaedalyn blushed and ducked her head again, suddenly aware she was making a fool out of herself but unable to stop it.
“I’m sorry. I’m being silly and living in daydreams again, I think.” She loved her happy land of daydreams but Rhaedalyn suspected she was romanticising random things again and it possibly wouldn’t be appreciated. No doubt she looked like a foolish child in R’nya’s eyes, no matter how accepting he was of her quirks or Aradissicath’s insistence that no wrong could be done.
