16.Jul.13, 11:55 PM
Rhaedalyn did her best not to show how she trembled simply by Z’ia touching her chin. It was such an innocent action and even R’nya had done it before when she tried to avoid the bronzerider’s gaze but this was different; this was Z’ia. It didn’t help in the least that he asked about the pretty thoughts she had about him. They weren’t something you shared with a man! At least, Rhaedalyn corrected herself, you didn’t share until you were being courted or even married. They were the little secrets you shared in whispered conversations as you held hands after a nice walk along a path to a secluded sitting area.
But Z’ia had asked and was making her smile by his antics so he deserved little snippets at least. “I confess to liking your curls but you’re right, I have my own and a lot of them!” Her hair could be such a pain some days, especially when it wouldn’t stay up how she pinned it or if the heat frazzled her hair more than usual. “Oh, but there isn’t anything wrong with your colour!” Some people thought it was a dull brown but Rhaedalyn rather liked it. Blondes and darker hair were both rather nice but it wasn’t often she saw a man with a nice brown shade and it looked father fetching on Z’ia.
Suddenly embarrassed at having said too much, Rhaedalyn fell silent but Aradissicath nudged her nose against the girl’s leg to encourage her to say more. What was the point in holding back now that she had her prince charming talking to her? The little gold didn’t understand what was wrong with telling someone the truth and was about to do it for Rhaedalyn when the girl finally found her tongue again. “And, well, I think you’re kind and I like the way you look after Aveleth and you have a lovely laugh. I guess those are the pretty thoughts I have about you that our dragons have noticed.” She was so embarrassed! Yet somehow, Rhaedalyn managed to keep from turning into a redfruit and held the blushing at bay, at least a little.
But Z’ia had asked and was making her smile by his antics so he deserved little snippets at least. “I confess to liking your curls but you’re right, I have my own and a lot of them!” Her hair could be such a pain some days, especially when it wouldn’t stay up how she pinned it or if the heat frazzled her hair more than usual. “Oh, but there isn’t anything wrong with your colour!” Some people thought it was a dull brown but Rhaedalyn rather liked it. Blondes and darker hair were both rather nice but it wasn’t often she saw a man with a nice brown shade and it looked father fetching on Z’ia.
Suddenly embarrassed at having said too much, Rhaedalyn fell silent but Aradissicath nudged her nose against the girl’s leg to encourage her to say more. What was the point in holding back now that she had her prince charming talking to her? The little gold didn’t understand what was wrong with telling someone the truth and was about to do it for Rhaedalyn when the girl finally found her tongue again. “And, well, I think you’re kind and I like the way you look after Aveleth and you have a lovely laugh. I guess those are the pretty thoughts I have about you that our dragons have noticed.” She was so embarrassed! Yet somehow, Rhaedalyn managed to keep from turning into a redfruit and held the blushing at bay, at least a little.