02.Feb.16, 02:02 AM
Having Rhaedalyn burst into tears had not been what R’nya hoped for, but knowing the girl as he did, he would have been a fool to expect otherwise. Contrary to how he felt at the moment, R’nya was not a fool. He tightened his hold around Rhaedalyn and held her gently as she clung to him, rubbing her back lightly with one hand in soothing, circular motions.
“It was not my best moment,” R’nya soothed gently, cringing slightly. No, the awkward and sudden kiss was far from one of his better responses to a gift, and certainly he could understand why it would panic the girl. After all, Rhaedalyn was a proper lady and R’nya had given her no reason to expect him to be anything less than a gentleman around her, and every other woman he came across. Damn it.
When attempts were made to speak, R’nya waited quietly and without prompting her when she stumbled to a stop without explaining herself. R’nya wasn’t sure he expected an explanation and certainly if anyone should be giving one, it was himself. As such, it was R’nya’s turn to blink owlishly when Rhaedalyn confessed she was afraid. “Of me?” He asked, leaning back a little so he could stare down at his companion with an expression painted in six shades of confusion.
I believe she is referencing the situation, sir. The dragon’s tone was dry and R’nya almost flinched at the implied insults that he could read bubbling below the surface of the words. Xyreith wasn’t often so frustrated with his rider as to impact such attitude, and as a result, R’nya took notice. Despite that, he wasn’t quite sure what about the situation was so fear inducing. Indeed, R’nya had been quite forward but he didn’t feel that was something scary in the traditional sense. More scary like laughable.
“There is no need to be afraid, my dear.”
“It was not my best moment,” R’nya soothed gently, cringing slightly. No, the awkward and sudden kiss was far from one of his better responses to a gift, and certainly he could understand why it would panic the girl. After all, Rhaedalyn was a proper lady and R’nya had given her no reason to expect him to be anything less than a gentleman around her, and every other woman he came across. Damn it.
When attempts were made to speak, R’nya waited quietly and without prompting her when she stumbled to a stop without explaining herself. R’nya wasn’t sure he expected an explanation and certainly if anyone should be giving one, it was himself. As such, it was R’nya’s turn to blink owlishly when Rhaedalyn confessed she was afraid. “Of me?” He asked, leaning back a little so he could stare down at his companion with an expression painted in six shades of confusion.
“There is no need to be afraid, my dear.”