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02.Jan.14, 07:14 AM
Xyreith watched Aradissicath flatly as the gold found the strength to lick his toes, eyes showing his droll amusement at her antics as she settled herself back down. Puffing a dramatic sigh, Xyreith stood up once more and gave Aradissicath a nip, before trotting out of the Hatching Grounds, wings spreading when he reached the outside, and the large bronze easily relocated into the sky, gracefully turning towards where he knew some of the feral livestock were herding. The large dragon hadn’t shown it, but he was struggling to comprehend the enormous clutch, and the presence of a golden egg. R’nya’s flurry of memories told him that he and Cerith had never produced gold, or a clutch anywhere near as large as the present one. Did that mean Aradissicath were a better dragon than Cerith had been, or was it because he was older and more mature that he was able to sire a better clutch? Xyreith’s mind whirled.
R’nya’s excitement over the discovery of the gold egg, and the sheer size of the clutch, had allowed him to ignore Rhaedalyn’s clear exhaustion in favour of excitedly showing the girl what he had found. The fact that Xyreith had sired a gold egg was something R’nya had never expected, nor truly hoped for. The bronze had not managed it before, why would he start now? R’nya was bubbling with delight, though he was still in control of himself not to quite show it, though as he released Rhaedalyn’s hand and watched Xyreith trot across the Sands, the man did realise just how forward he had been just a few moments ago, and he mentally scrabbled to regain control of himself as Rhaedalyn gushed over Aradissicath.
Taking a deep breath, and expelling it both quietly and slowly, R’nya stepped up beside Rhaedalyn, and while the bronzerider did open his mouth to say something, whatever words had previously been on his lips fell away to nothingness as he narrowed his eyes thoughtfully at Rhaedalyn and considered her. “Are you okay?” Careful not to get into her space, R’nya hooked a curled pointer finger under Rhaedalyn’s chin and lifted her face so he could study her better, eyes carefully calculating. He had brought her a tray of food earlier, but had she eaten any of it, or just picked at it and pushed it around while Aradissicath laid her clutch? Pale eyes shifted from Rhaedalyn’s face to search out the tray, before glancing back at the girl.
Lowering his hand, and releasing Rhaedalyn’s chin, R’nya crossed his arms over his chest and rocked back on his heels as he watched her, stance unconsciously defensive and withdrawn. He had already manhandled the poor girl more in the time since the month began than he had in previous turns; there was no need to continue adding to the list! Maybe he should make sure Rhaedalyn was fed, and then see her to her tent? Or perhaps one of the hot spring pools; ever since they’d been found, they had been quite the rage…You’re still hooked on baths and beds, aren’t you, Sir? The dragon’s tone was highly amused, and entirely private.
R’nya’s posture stiffened and a flush crept up his neck and into his cheeks as he pursed his lips. Just food then, was the snide reply he threw back at his dragon, the irritation flickering through his gaze before he took another deep breath and puffed it out slowly and carefully, forcing himself to relax and meet Rhaedalyn’s gaze with a more commonly accepted expression, features gentle and warm with protective friendship. “Xyreith has gone hunting for Aradissicath, but perhaps you should eat too, my dear.”
R’nya’s excitement over the discovery of the gold egg, and the sheer size of the clutch, had allowed him to ignore Rhaedalyn’s clear exhaustion in favour of excitedly showing the girl what he had found. The fact that Xyreith had sired a gold egg was something R’nya had never expected, nor truly hoped for. The bronze had not managed it before, why would he start now? R’nya was bubbling with delight, though he was still in control of himself not to quite show it, though as he released Rhaedalyn’s hand and watched Xyreith trot across the Sands, the man did realise just how forward he had been just a few moments ago, and he mentally scrabbled to regain control of himself as Rhaedalyn gushed over Aradissicath.
Taking a deep breath, and expelling it both quietly and slowly, R’nya stepped up beside Rhaedalyn, and while the bronzerider did open his mouth to say something, whatever words had previously been on his lips fell away to nothingness as he narrowed his eyes thoughtfully at Rhaedalyn and considered her. “Are you okay?” Careful not to get into her space, R’nya hooked a curled pointer finger under Rhaedalyn’s chin and lifted her face so he could study her better, eyes carefully calculating. He had brought her a tray of food earlier, but had she eaten any of it, or just picked at it and pushed it around while Aradissicath laid her clutch? Pale eyes shifted from Rhaedalyn’s face to search out the tray, before glancing back at the girl.
Lowering his hand, and releasing Rhaedalyn’s chin, R’nya crossed his arms over his chest and rocked back on his heels as he watched her, stance unconsciously defensive and withdrawn. He had already manhandled the poor girl more in the time since the month began than he had in previous turns; there was no need to continue adding to the list! Maybe he should make sure Rhaedalyn was fed, and then see her to her tent? Or perhaps one of the hot spring pools; ever since they’d been found, they had been quite the rage…
R’nya’s posture stiffened and a flush crept up his neck and into his cheeks as he pursed his lips. Just food then, was the snide reply he threw back at his dragon, the irritation flickering through his gaze before he took another deep breath and puffed it out slowly and carefully, forcing himself to relax and meet Rhaedalyn’s gaze with a more commonly accepted expression, features gentle and warm with protective friendship. “Xyreith has gone hunting for Aradissicath, but perhaps you should eat too, my dear.”
