30.Dec.13, 10:04 AM
“What? Yes, of course,” R’nya frowned, turning slightly to look at Rhaedalyn. He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing as he attempted to focus on just one of the girls that were woozily shifting in and out of focus. The softness of her fingers against his cheek was distracting, but it was also somewhat gross, because she was trailing mud all over his face (which wasn’t saying much, considering he had landed on his head and it was presently full of all its own mud.) “Wait. No, I am fine. You are filthy though. You need a bath.”
R’nya lifted a hand, missed the first Rhaedalyn rather spectacularly, before gently touching one of the girl’s muddy cheeks, and lifting a dirty lock of hair from her face and gently putting it over her shoulder with the majority of the muddy mess. R’nya stepped forward a little, closer to the girl, and his muddy fingers trailed lightly down the side of her neck, ending with a little twitch at the neckline of her clothing. Concussed blue-grey eyes contained the embers of lust as he studied what was slowly becoming one rather than two girls. One very muddy, very lovely girl that he could recall all too clearly in too much detail of things that he was not supposed to keep memories of, because Rhaedalyn wasn’t like that… but that he kept anyway.
“Baths would be very good…” R’nya murmured; his free hand trailed lightly down Rhaedalyn’s arm to take the limp hand at the end in his own, and he swayed back on his heels slightly, and he shook his head to ease the ringing that was still occurring heavily in his ears. Warm, shared baths with bubbles, clean water, soft towels and a very pretty Rhaedalyn (both of them, even!) would be quite the way to spend the night, no? Only, there was something wrong with that night and it was not that Rhaedalyn was covered in mud, or that he could see two of her. R’nya frowned, and barely contained a yelp of surprise when Xyreith’s rather large head loomed over him, jaws wide, and he gently picked his human up by half swallowing him, and moved him a safe distance away from the poor goldrider.
Really, Sir? Your brains are addled! the bronze dragon sighed dramatically as he removed his head and let R’nya view daylight once more. The bronzerider looked more than a little startled as he spun towards Xyreith, stumbled slightly, caught himself and then continued to stare. His jaw worked wordlessly for a moment, before R’nya frowned. “You have vile breath, Xyreith. Fix that before you attempt to eat me again. I would appreciate it.” Scowling comically at his dragon, R’nya turned around much more cautiously to face Rhaedalyn. He blinked at her a couple of times, and watched her image sway slightly.
“You should see a healer.” A frown furrowed R’nya’s eyebrows, and he sighed and his shoulders dropped slightly. “I should see a healer. There are definitely two of you.” Holding his hand out gently to Rhaedalyn, R’nya watched in concern as he waited for the girl to take it.Considering you just about jumped her a moment ago, I’m not sure she will… Sir. The dragon actually sounded disgruntled! R’nya’s frown deepened, and he pursed his lips. Had he? Well, that was not at all proper! Confusion flickered over his face. “Sorry?” Since R’nya was not entirely sure what he was apologising for, the definitely came out a question.
R’nya lifted a hand, missed the first Rhaedalyn rather spectacularly, before gently touching one of the girl’s muddy cheeks, and lifting a dirty lock of hair from her face and gently putting it over her shoulder with the majority of the muddy mess. R’nya stepped forward a little, closer to the girl, and his muddy fingers trailed lightly down the side of her neck, ending with a little twitch at the neckline of her clothing. Concussed blue-grey eyes contained the embers of lust as he studied what was slowly becoming one rather than two girls. One very muddy, very lovely girl that he could recall all too clearly in too much detail of things that he was not supposed to keep memories of, because Rhaedalyn wasn’t like that… but that he kept anyway.
“Baths would be very good…” R’nya murmured; his free hand trailed lightly down Rhaedalyn’s arm to take the limp hand at the end in his own, and he swayed back on his heels slightly, and he shook his head to ease the ringing that was still occurring heavily in his ears. Warm, shared baths with bubbles, clean water, soft towels and a very pretty Rhaedalyn (both of them, even!) would be quite the way to spend the night, no? Only, there was something wrong with that night and it was not that Rhaedalyn was covered in mud, or that he could see two of her. R’nya frowned, and barely contained a yelp of surprise when Xyreith’s rather large head loomed over him, jaws wide, and he gently picked his human up by half swallowing him, and moved him a safe distance away from the poor goldrider.
“You should see a healer.” A frown furrowed R’nya’s eyebrows, and he sighed and his shoulders dropped slightly. “I should see a healer. There are definitely two of you.” Holding his hand out gently to Rhaedalyn, R’nya watched in concern as he waited for the girl to take it.