07.Apr.13, 02:21 AM
R’nya watched the two girls slowly pull themselves back together from his little comment and then skitter off to gather up the flowers with an expression of subtle amusement. The girls often amused the bronzerider; their mannerisms and easy personalities were charming to spend time with and he quite enjoyed the pointless expeditions such as the one they were on presently. Collecting flowers was hardly something R’nya considered important or even worthy of the time it took. However, it was certainly worth it to watch the girls dance around, giggle, and have fun. The Weyr life was often far too serious for its own good and a bit of freedom was more than a little good for them all. It was certainly far too nasty for such sweet girls!
“I expect there are, Rhaedalyn.” R’nya replied mildly to the girl’s musing, his attention turning away from Kahleena’s thoughtful frown to Rhaedalyn’s own expression of consideration. His lips twitched at the corners, stormy eyes brightening with amusement as R’nya bowed slightly to Rhaedalyn. “Of course, my lady,” the amusement was lingering on the edges of R’nya’s words and still flickering around the corner of his lips as he straightened up from the bow – that may have held a touch of teasing in it – and turned smartly on his heel.
The bronzerider smirked quietly to himself as he walked with careful, measured steps. Being someone that did not like to be in the spotlight – at all – the bronzerider was painfully aware of the two sets of pretty brown eyes staring avidly at his back as he lead the way further into the trees. “There are some flowers, ahead,” he threw back over his shoulder, turning to look at the girls after carefully controlling his features. As the girls moved off to collect them, R’nya looked around, picking another path at random when each set of cross-roads appeared, and pointing out little gatherings of flowers when he spotted them.
The sun was high, filtering down through the thick foliage to dapple the little party in shade when R’nya decided it would be a good time to stop for something to eat. The girls hadn’t made so much as a peep of complaint, but the bronzerider could tell they were beginning to run low on energy by the way their steps were growing slower, and they weren’t quite as fast to dash off towards the next group of flowers he pointed out. Stormy grey eyes sought out somewhere pleasant to sit, the man picking a clear spot under a large tree, and he moved towards it, calling to Kahleena as he went.
“What did you pack us for lunch, Lady Kahleena?”
“I expect there are, Rhaedalyn.” R’nya replied mildly to the girl’s musing, his attention turning away from Kahleena’s thoughtful frown to Rhaedalyn’s own expression of consideration. His lips twitched at the corners, stormy eyes brightening with amusement as R’nya bowed slightly to Rhaedalyn. “Of course, my lady,” the amusement was lingering on the edges of R’nya’s words and still flickering around the corner of his lips as he straightened up from the bow – that may have held a touch of teasing in it – and turned smartly on his heel.
The bronzerider smirked quietly to himself as he walked with careful, measured steps. Being someone that did not like to be in the spotlight – at all – the bronzerider was painfully aware of the two sets of pretty brown eyes staring avidly at his back as he lead the way further into the trees. “There are some flowers, ahead,” he threw back over his shoulder, turning to look at the girls after carefully controlling his features. As the girls moved off to collect them, R’nya looked around, picking another path at random when each set of cross-roads appeared, and pointing out little gatherings of flowers when he spotted them.
The sun was high, filtering down through the thick foliage to dapple the little party in shade when R’nya decided it would be a good time to stop for something to eat. The girls hadn’t made so much as a peep of complaint, but the bronzerider could tell they were beginning to run low on energy by the way their steps were growing slower, and they weren’t quite as fast to dash off towards the next group of flowers he pointed out. Stormy grey eyes sought out somewhere pleasant to sit, the man picking a clear spot under a large tree, and he moved towards it, calling to Kahleena as he went.
“What did you pack us for lunch, Lady Kahleena?”