15.Sep.13, 12:56 AM
R'nya stared silently at the celiling, not speaking as his breathing slowly returned to something more regular. He didn't object when Rhaedalyn curled against his side, the bronzerider lightly placing an arm around her and his fingertips danced lightly over her skin without actively moving his hand. His gaze didn't shift from the ceiling even as his brain finally started to catch up and reboot, the bronzerider puffing out a soft sigh that ruffled Rhaedalyn's hair near his nose and he scrunched it up slightly, actively attempting to avoid a sneeze. She'd probably take offence - after he frightened the depth of between out of her with such an unexpected action, he was sure. R'nya's fingers paused for a moment, before resuming, running soft little circles around Rhaedalyn's hip bone absently.
Not quite sure what he had been thinking to do any such thing as what had just happened, R'nya was still not quite himself enough to pick up on the additional layer of smug that was radiating off his rather happy bronze dragon as he wallowed beside Aradissicath like the king of awesome, his eyes swirling with self satisfaction and general contentment. Self-congratulating, Xyreith watched another bronze walk past, puffing out a snort at the other dragon; he was feeling particularly full of himself, and was more than content to spend the day wallowing in those emotions beside Aradissicath while his ridiculous rider tried to figure out what was going on. He didn't expect that R'nya would click at any upcoming moment, since he was still frowning at the roof in confusion as he tried not to breathe Rhaedalyn's long curly hair.
R'nya was trying to figure out if he should apologise to Rhaedalyn for what had recently occurred, or not. The girl hadn't hit him (yet, it seemed to be a response that could be used at any time) and she was certainly giving the impression of being content where she was sprawled against him. He was almost convinced the girl was asleep, until her arm tightened. At that point, R'nya didn't really care if she was peacefully aslepe or not; something needed to change and the girl needed to be made aware of his rather sudden discomfort! Rhaedalyn's arm tightening around him had caused the bronzerider to grunt in surprise, pale eyes widening slightly and a somewhat pained grimace painting his expression. "Rhae-" R'nya paused and cleared his throat slightly. "Rhaedalyn? W-would you mind loosening your grip there, dear? I," He paused again, and his voice was as chagrin as his face. "I have a rather urgent need to pee - Rhaedalyn?"
Not quite sure what he had been thinking to do any such thing as what had just happened, R'nya was still not quite himself enough to pick up on the additional layer of smug that was radiating off his rather happy bronze dragon as he wallowed beside Aradissicath like the king of awesome, his eyes swirling with self satisfaction and general contentment. Self-congratulating, Xyreith watched another bronze walk past, puffing out a snort at the other dragon; he was feeling particularly full of himself, and was more than content to spend the day wallowing in those emotions beside Aradissicath while his ridiculous rider tried to figure out what was going on. He didn't expect that R'nya would click at any upcoming moment, since he was still frowning at the roof in confusion as he tried not to breathe Rhaedalyn's long curly hair.
R'nya was trying to figure out if he should apologise to Rhaedalyn for what had recently occurred, or not. The girl hadn't hit him (yet, it seemed to be a response that could be used at any time) and she was certainly giving the impression of being content where she was sprawled against him. He was almost convinced the girl was asleep, until her arm tightened. At that point, R'nya didn't really care if she was peacefully aslepe or not; something needed to change and the girl needed to be made aware of his rather sudden discomfort! Rhaedalyn's arm tightening around him had caused the bronzerider to grunt in surprise, pale eyes widening slightly and a somewhat pained grimace painting his expression. "Rhae-" R'nya paused and cleared his throat slightly. "Rhaedalyn? W-would you mind loosening your grip there, dear? I," He paused again, and his voice was as chagrin as his face. "I have a rather urgent need to pee - Rhaedalyn?"