06.Dec.17, 06:03 AM
R’nya, in his own way, was just as terrified of the dragonless mentors as Rhaedalyn; he just didn’t have the luxury of showing that fear. He couldn’t imagine his life without his great bronze pain in the arse, and he had certainly been given opportunities enough to imagine such a life, when the Plague struck, and now that they were constantly surrounded by dragonless mentors, it was enough to drive R’nya as insane as they were. It was, unfortunately, a constant battle not to send them from the rooms or blatantly ignore them. They were worth their crazy days, though, with the knowledge they provided to a man who had never done more than be a Wingrider before the Plague.
R’nya just smiled mysteriously at Rhaedalyn’s concern for the young messengers, not wanting to give away his secrets to success if he didn’t have to. Pale eyes followed her fingers when she pointed to the firelizard, and R’nya smiled at the little blue. “I am sure there will be some to share with his little tummy,” R’nya teased, moving over to the bed and pausing beside it, wondering if he should abandon his pants or wait until food arrived, and then abandon his pants. Decisions, decisions!
Forgetting about his pant decisions, R’nya kneeled on the bed and gently cupped Rhaedalyn’s chin, tilting it up to look at him. The breathy manner she’d asked the question in told him how it had been running around her mind for – probably – several minutes. Possibly since he’d gone to order their dinner, possibly since even before then. “My lady,” R’nya leaned forward and kissed her gently, pulling away just enough that there was only a whisper of air between their lips. “Only your dragon could banish me.” He’d leave if Rhaedalyn asked, but he’d flee if Aradissicath wanted him gone. That dragon wouldn’t put up with anyone staying if Rhaedalyn weren’t invested, and R’nya knew he’d know it as soon as she knew her rider was uncomfortable.
R’nya just smiled mysteriously at Rhaedalyn’s concern for the young messengers, not wanting to give away his secrets to success if he didn’t have to. Pale eyes followed her fingers when she pointed to the firelizard, and R’nya smiled at the little blue. “I am sure there will be some to share with his little tummy,” R’nya teased, moving over to the bed and pausing beside it, wondering if he should abandon his pants or wait until food arrived, and then abandon his pants. Decisions, decisions!
Forgetting about his pant decisions, R’nya kneeled on the bed and gently cupped Rhaedalyn’s chin, tilting it up to look at him. The breathy manner she’d asked the question in told him how it had been running around her mind for – probably – several minutes. Possibly since he’d gone to order their dinner, possibly since even before then. “My lady,” R’nya leaned forward and kissed her gently, pulling away just enough that there was only a whisper of air between their lips. “Only your dragon could banish me.” He’d leave if Rhaedalyn asked, but he’d flee if Aradissicath wanted him gone. That dragon wouldn’t put up with anyone staying if Rhaedalyn weren’t invested, and R’nya knew he’d know it as soon as she knew her rider was uncomfortable.