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02.Jan.14, 04:57 AM
R’nya was suitably surprised when Rhaedalyn threw herself at him; he hadn’t really expected her to take his hand at all, after Xyreith took those few moments to relay exactly how not a gentleman his concussed rider had been just before he moved him away. Shame coiled tightly in the bronzerider’s stomach, making him feel queasy as the insides of his head alternated between swimming around, and pounding against his skull. He definitely needed a healer, and likely before he made an even bigger mess of the remaining friendship he had with Rhaedalyn.
Feeling rather sorry for himself, both physically and mentally, R’nya wrapped his arms around Rhaedalyn as she clung to him, resting his chin gently on the top of her head, and resisted the urge to close his eyes to stop the spinning world. He was no healer, and while he himself had never been prone to ending up in situations where concussions were had, he had had to deal with a couple of greenriders that were in that state before. He couldn’t really recall the details, but apparently going to sleep was bad; which was weird, because it seemed like a really good idea to him!
R’nya swayed as Rhaedalyn stepped back, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to focus on just one of the girls twirling together before him. “Please.” He needed something for his head, and then he needed to apologise to Rhaedalyn for being such a jerk. The guilt coiled through him again, and R’nya’s shoulders drooped somewhat… Rhaedalyn was speaking again. R’nya blinked and shook his head slightly, grabbing at the goldrider’s elbow when he stumbled as a result, grip light but on the verge of desperate. “Of course.” Why would she leave her dragon behind? “No sand left,” R’nya added; what use was a hatching sands without sand? Better the gold go wherever Rhaedalyn went.
Come on, then. The bronze dragon, having relocated to Aradissicath’s side after depositing R’nya, nosed at the gold’s shoulder and then her cheek. She was a bit on the muddy side for licks (Xyreith did not enjoy the taste of mud), so he snorted softly in her face instead, and followed up with another affectionate nudge. Convinced he’d gotten his point across to the waddling gold, Xyreith turned his attention to R’nya and gave him a gentle nudge, too, careful not to send him flying. R’nya ignored him, his attention refocused on Rhaedalyn, and some of his more regular personality traits shining through; a frown marred his face.
“Are you okay, Rhaedalyn?” He gently tilted the girl’s chin up so he could study her face, and this time, there was nothing beyond concern within his own gaze, though whispers of pain lingered in the back (his head was seriously hurting!) and his stomach still coiled with shame for how he had acted. But that only made it even more important that he be normal for the girl. She needed normalcy, in a time so filled with uncertainty and fear and death.
Feeling rather sorry for himself, both physically and mentally, R’nya wrapped his arms around Rhaedalyn as she clung to him, resting his chin gently on the top of her head, and resisted the urge to close his eyes to stop the spinning world. He was no healer, and while he himself had never been prone to ending up in situations where concussions were had, he had had to deal with a couple of greenriders that were in that state before. He couldn’t really recall the details, but apparently going to sleep was bad; which was weird, because it seemed like a really good idea to him!
R’nya swayed as Rhaedalyn stepped back, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to focus on just one of the girls twirling together before him. “Please.” He needed something for his head, and then he needed to apologise to Rhaedalyn for being such a jerk. The guilt coiled through him again, and R’nya’s shoulders drooped somewhat… Rhaedalyn was speaking again. R’nya blinked and shook his head slightly, grabbing at the goldrider’s elbow when he stumbled as a result, grip light but on the verge of desperate. “Of course.” Why would she leave her dragon behind? “No sand left,” R’nya added; what use was a hatching sands without sand? Better the gold go wherever Rhaedalyn went.
“Are you okay, Rhaedalyn?” He gently tilted the girl’s chin up so he could study her face, and this time, there was nothing beyond concern within his own gaze, though whispers of pain lingered in the back (his head was seriously hurting!) and his stomach still coiled with shame for how he had acted. But that only made it even more important that he be normal for the girl. She needed normalcy, in a time so filled with uncertainty and fear and death.
