15.Jan.13, 08:25 PM
Was she being petted? Rhaedalyn blinked rapidly several times as she came to terms with I’shan ruffling her mop of curls. This was definitely one hands on bluerider! She tensed only a little, hiding the reaction by mimicking I’shan and clinging Muffin close to her chest. She didn’t mind friendly physical contact and while the man before her was extremely energetic, he wasn’t really threatening. In fact, he was a bit like V’zire. He begged to be hugged and teased and befriended! Before she could give in to the whim of stealing a hug from the bluerider that believed her innocent, a dragon was suddenly approaching.
Like most daydreaming young girls, Rhaedalyn had always fantasized about the handsome rider on a big bronze dragon that swooped down to grab her out of love at first sight. However, she wasn’t entirely against the other colours which was evident in how much she loved Niskziath. Ilveriath himself was a beautiful blue that seemed as curious as he was friendly. She was instantly smitten with the fellow and couldn’t suppress the giggle when Squee started climbing on his nose or the way I’shan suddenly latched onto Ilveriath. The bond between rider and dragon was so magical! She could watch riders around their dragons all day and never grow tired of it.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Ilveriath, and you as well, Squee,” Rhaedalyn couldn’t get over how cute the firelizard’s name was! She nearly sounded like she was squeeing as she said the name and couldn’t stop smiling over it. What an interesting man to go with such a name. Why hadn’t they properly talked before – if discussing smut counted as a proper conversation? She supposed it was her own fault thanks to being grumpy and closed off when she first arrived. When she finally started to open up, not everyone had been as wonderful as V’zire and the few rejections stung too much to keep trying. I’shan hadn’t approached her so she did the same. Now she was regretting her shyness!
The shyness was also keeping her from petting Ilveriath though she did move Muffin a bit closer when the flit tried to sniff at him. Some riders were protective of their dragons and others, while not entirely mean, didn’t like strangers pawing at them. Finally, in a small voice, she asked anyway, thinking that manners would earn her points. “Is it okay if I touch Ilveriath?”
Like most daydreaming young girls, Rhaedalyn had always fantasized about the handsome rider on a big bronze dragon that swooped down to grab her out of love at first sight. However, she wasn’t entirely against the other colours which was evident in how much she loved Niskziath. Ilveriath himself was a beautiful blue that seemed as curious as he was friendly. She was instantly smitten with the fellow and couldn’t suppress the giggle when Squee started climbing on his nose or the way I’shan suddenly latched onto Ilveriath. The bond between rider and dragon was so magical! She could watch riders around their dragons all day and never grow tired of it.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Ilveriath, and you as well, Squee,” Rhaedalyn couldn’t get over how cute the firelizard’s name was! She nearly sounded like she was squeeing as she said the name and couldn’t stop smiling over it. What an interesting man to go with such a name. Why hadn’t they properly talked before – if discussing smut counted as a proper conversation? She supposed it was her own fault thanks to being grumpy and closed off when she first arrived. When she finally started to open up, not everyone had been as wonderful as V’zire and the few rejections stung too much to keep trying. I’shan hadn’t approached her so she did the same. Now she was regretting her shyness!
The shyness was also keeping her from petting Ilveriath though she did move Muffin a bit closer when the flit tried to sniff at him. Some riders were protective of their dragons and others, while not entirely mean, didn’t like strangers pawing at them. Finally, in a small voice, she asked anyway, thinking that manners would earn her points. “Is it okay if I touch Ilveriath?”