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09.Jul.13, 11:11 AM
“Understandable, my dear.” Xyreith was cackling in the back of his mind; he like Peorray much more than he did many of the other women, most likely because she could be just as happy to belittle them when they were idiots as he was prone to doing. For his part, R’nya was simply glad his dragon was silent and uninterested in talking to others. He hardly needed the great bronze lump encouraging the girls to get toothy with each other, though he could certainly understand a frustrating day!
He nodded when the baskets were held up, deftly snagging his own from her, and neatly linking her arm though his with light movements. Basket hooked on one elbow, and Peorray’s hand on the other, R’nya led her gently through the huts of the Weyr and out towards the Forests, quietly pleased that the chances of his current expedition ending in a tickling match were highly unlikely. His belly might end up full of more berries than the basket, but that was a casualty the kitchens would have to deal with; they would not miss what they never got, after all!
R’nya tossed Peorray a wink as they slipped into the forest, picking up the conversation that he had let die before they began their trek as if it had barely been a few moments silence between them, rather than several minutes. “Some of the young ladies can require extra attention,” he murmured lightly, for some of the girls did indeed have a tendency to try the patience with their airheaded nature! “What antics were the up to that hit your nerves, my lady?” Most of the young women were sweet at heart, and he could not imagine most of them going out of their way to cause issues, though there were a couple he could well imagine enjoying pressing buttons.
They’re women. All they know how to do is press buttons. R’nya ignored his dragon regally, attention wholly upon Peorray.
He nodded when the baskets were held up, deftly snagging his own from her, and neatly linking her arm though his with light movements. Basket hooked on one elbow, and Peorray’s hand on the other, R’nya led her gently through the huts of the Weyr and out towards the Forests, quietly pleased that the chances of his current expedition ending in a tickling match were highly unlikely. His belly might end up full of more berries than the basket, but that was a casualty the kitchens would have to deal with; they would not miss what they never got, after all!
R’nya tossed Peorray a wink as they slipped into the forest, picking up the conversation that he had let die before they began their trek as if it had barely been a few moments silence between them, rather than several minutes. “Some of the young ladies can require extra attention,” he murmured lightly, for some of the girls did indeed have a tendency to try the patience with their airheaded nature! “What antics were the up to that hit your nerves, my lady?” Most of the young women were sweet at heart, and he could not imagine most of them going out of their way to cause issues, though there were a couple he could well imagine enjoying pressing buttons.
