08.May.13, 06:55 AM
R’nya shot Kahleena a dry, albeit mildly amused look at her chirped response, shaking his head to himself as he set about poking through the basket until she batted him away and took control. The bronzerider placed the flowers that had been dumped in his lap into the other basked in which they were being gathered, and quietly checked in on Xyreith before he politely accepted the plate of food he was handed by the cheerful weyrling. “Thank you.”
R’nya watched the girls feeding the firelizards, pulling a little bit of meat free of his own food to offer it lightly to Whisper, more than pleased when she did not attempt to eat his fingers in the process. That would be all he needed; needle marks in his fingers! When she relocated to his knee, R’nya gave the firelizard a droll, bemused look and raised an eyebrow at her as he carefully moved his plate of food out of her immediate reach. With the plate quite safe, R’nya began the process of eating his own slice of bread, layered with a slice of meat and some cheese.
“Not particularly,” R’nya murmured, offering Whisper a crumble of cheese and watching her eat it with amusement. Dainty little creature! He took a bite of his own food and chewed thoughtfully, watching the little gold preen. What was she so pleased about? What did he have to do today? Not a whole lot, as far as he could recall. He had planned to keep the day free so he could spend it with the girls, though he decided to keep that to himself after a moment of thought. It would likely prove more fun.
You can bathe me. Xyreith put in, irritation rolling off his tone as he eyed Okalinath with a grumpy expression. I’m covered in gold spit. R’nya’s eyebrows shot up and his gaze flickered to Kahleena, lips pursed flat in amusement. “Apparently your dragon is chewing on mine.”
R’nya watched the girls feeding the firelizards, pulling a little bit of meat free of his own food to offer it lightly to Whisper, more than pleased when she did not attempt to eat his fingers in the process. That would be all he needed; needle marks in his fingers! When she relocated to his knee, R’nya gave the firelizard a droll, bemused look and raised an eyebrow at her as he carefully moved his plate of food out of her immediate reach. With the plate quite safe, R’nya began the process of eating his own slice of bread, layered with a slice of meat and some cheese.
“Not particularly,” R’nya murmured, offering Whisper a crumble of cheese and watching her eat it with amusement. Dainty little creature! He took a bite of his own food and chewed thoughtfully, watching the little gold preen. What was she so pleased about? What did he have to do today? Not a whole lot, as far as he could recall. He had planned to keep the day free so he could spend it with the girls, though he decided to keep that to himself after a moment of thought. It would likely prove more fun.