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26.May.13, 08:47 AM
“Would that not be tragic?” R’nya asked, doing a particularly magnificent job (in his opinion!) at mimicking the way the girls often spoke such sentences, albeit with his own avoidance of contractions. In the back of his mind, he could hear Xyreith cursing as he struggled out from underneath the ‘fat gold lump’ that had pounced upon him, and attempted to shame R’nya for his game at the same time. The rider ignored the dragon, focusing on the previously unhappy young woman. The day was meant to be fun for the girls, not full of dour thoughts!
“You would need to learn to read me, all over again!” Unexpectedly, the bronzerider stuck his tongue out at Rhaedalyn, before sitting up swiftly and properly, eyes sparkling with amusement as he took a bite of meatroll, filling his mouth and hiding the attempt at a smile before it could fully form. An eyebrow arched up as he turned his gaze on Kahleena, a mock expression of disapproval on his features, and completely betrayed by the clear amusement in his eyes. “You really should not giggle at your betters, Lady Kahleena. It is rude!” A childish drawl was given to the last word, which caused the little blonde to burst into true laughter. R’nya gave Rhaedalyn an exasperated look.
“I think she needs to be taught a lesson, Rhaedalyn.” A smirk flickered, ghosting over his lips at the way he could see Kahleena’s attitude adjust, wary of what he might say next. R’nya’s forms of ‘punishment’ were often obscure and childish – such as the children’s games he had made his wingriders play to improve bonding – he invested in a similar technique to build trust between the girls. It was, of course, inevitable that they would eventually all leap and plunge into the political blood bath in an attempt to take the rank of Weyrwoman when old Tsuen was finally knocked off her throne. But R’nya liked to try and keep their minds as far from that day as possible – additionally, they were a generally sweet and playful group; games were positively made for them.
“What do you think, my lady?” A sideways glance was given to Kahleena, before the bronzerider focused on Rhaedalyn. “Death by tickles?”
“You would need to learn to read me, all over again!” Unexpectedly, the bronzerider stuck his tongue out at Rhaedalyn, before sitting up swiftly and properly, eyes sparkling with amusement as he took a bite of meatroll, filling his mouth and hiding the attempt at a smile before it could fully form. An eyebrow arched up as he turned his gaze on Kahleena, a mock expression of disapproval on his features, and completely betrayed by the clear amusement in his eyes. “You really should not giggle at your betters, Lady Kahleena. It is rude!” A childish drawl was given to the last word, which caused the little blonde to burst into true laughter. R’nya gave Rhaedalyn an exasperated look.
“I think she needs to be taught a lesson, Rhaedalyn.” A smirk flickered, ghosting over his lips at the way he could see Kahleena’s attitude adjust, wary of what he might say next. R’nya’s forms of ‘punishment’ were often obscure and childish – such as the children’s games he had made his wingriders play to improve bonding – he invested in a similar technique to build trust between the girls. It was, of course, inevitable that they would eventually all leap and plunge into the political blood bath in an attempt to take the rank of Weyrwoman when old Tsuen was finally knocked off her throne. But R’nya liked to try and keep their minds as far from that day as possible – additionally, they were a generally sweet and playful group; games were positively made for them.
“What do you think, my lady?” A sideways glance was given to Kahleena, before the bronzerider focused on Rhaedalyn. “Death by tickles?”
