17.Jun.13, 10:31 AM
R’nya watched the two girls with utter delight, barely containing a smirk as they seemed to struggle for a moment to decide if he was playing with them, or if they had truly imagined the whole ordeal. The way they kept creeping up on him, however, had the bronzerider arching a sceptical eyebrow, only just managing not to look anxious that they would launch another attack on him. He could hear Xyreith in the back of his mind, grumbling about something, but he was too busy focusing on the two girls to worry too much about what his dragon was up to.
Despite all his wariness, however, R’nya still squeaked inelegantly when Rhaedalyn ran her hand down his back, flinching away from her unintentionally, still highly sensitive from the bought of tickling. A soft, breathy sound suspiciously like a laugh escaped, even as his face was coloured lightly with embarrassment (what an awful sound!) but the look he levelled on Rhaedalyn was perfectly composed. “How odd,” he murmured, as if he hadn’t squealed or twitched or laughed at all. One hand raised to brush through his hair, extracting a leaf and the bronzerider examined it thoughtfully for a moment before flicking it towards the firelizards playfully.
Pale eyes swept over Kahleena, before eyeing Rhaedalyn thoughtfully. “Your hair is also full of twiggies, my lady.” A pause and a subtle smirk of amusement. “And you have dirt, on your chin.” He tapped his own lightly, approximately where the smudge was on the young lady’s chin. A sideways glance was given to Kahleena. “You have a smudge, here,” and he brushed a finger across his left cheekbone. He sighed dramatically, clearly amused as he shook his head and scowled at them playfully. “Whatever would the Weyr think? My bringing home two mussed up ladies?”
That you had a better time than you really did, clearly. The dragon’s input was smug, shared only with R’nya who paused theatrically with widening eyes, which then rolled heavenward. “That was very badly phrased.” He murmured, pinching the bridge of his nose, frowning. “My apologies, ladies.” They might like to be mussed up, Sir. Xyreith added, rumbling with laughter where he was squished under Okalinath, when R’nya’s eyes widened further and then narrowed as he sent a firm reprimand to his dragon, hiding his face under one hand.
Despite all his wariness, however, R’nya still squeaked inelegantly when Rhaedalyn ran her hand down his back, flinching away from her unintentionally, still highly sensitive from the bought of tickling. A soft, breathy sound suspiciously like a laugh escaped, even as his face was coloured lightly with embarrassment (what an awful sound!) but the look he levelled on Rhaedalyn was perfectly composed. “How odd,” he murmured, as if he hadn’t squealed or twitched or laughed at all. One hand raised to brush through his hair, extracting a leaf and the bronzerider examined it thoughtfully for a moment before flicking it towards the firelizards playfully.
Pale eyes swept over Kahleena, before eyeing Rhaedalyn thoughtfully. “Your hair is also full of twiggies, my lady.” A pause and a subtle smirk of amusement. “And you have dirt, on your chin.” He tapped his own lightly, approximately where the smudge was on the young lady’s chin. A sideways glance was given to Kahleena. “You have a smudge, here,” and he brushed a finger across his left cheekbone. He sighed dramatically, clearly amused as he shook his head and scowled at them playfully. “Whatever would the Weyr think? My bringing home two mussed up ladies?”