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08.Jul.14, 03:29 PM
R’nya watched as the girl beat a hasty retreat, giving his head a very subtle shake before turning his attention upon the other late night dwellers within the establishment. The girl was truly ignorant of how bad Katilan alcohol was, if she was comparing it to Tillek brews; probably Katilan wine tasted little better than dragon piss, but R’nya wasn’t sure anyone would ever be game to put such a thing to the test. Certainly he wasn’t, though he supposed if one got some of the green or blueriders drunk enough, they could possibly be bullied into something as obscure. Or candidates, those kids were always getting up to Faranth only knew what.
… Really, Sir? You’re contemplating who would drink dragon piss instead of how pretty the girl would be without her clothes on? The bronze dragon was filled with airs of smug delight as he finished his question just in time for the dark haired server to approach R’nya once more. His rider was only not as red as fruit due to several long years of being subjected to Xyreith’s rather well timed comments. “Thank you, my dear.” R’nya responded quietly when she took a breath, rather amused by her rambling chattiness, even if it were not apparent.
“Oh!” Pale eyes brightened significantly as the wine was introduced, and R’nya picked up the glass with an almost reverent touch to tilt it towards the light, watching the liquid swirl around in the fine glass. “Thank you,” he added again, glancing up to meet the girls’ eyes, his own warmed just enough to show his pleasure without being particular emotive at all. Dropping his attention back to the meal that had been presented, R’nya picked his spoon up lightly and poked at the stew curiously, extracting small amounts to try, for as the girl had rightly assumed R’nya was far less interested in filling a belly that wasn’t really in need of filling, than he was distracting his mind.
The meal did manage both, however, with R’nya pausing vaguely at intervals, his head tilting as he chatted with Xyreith (punctured with regular eye rolls) or quietly observed those around him – and, much more subtly, the young woman that had gone back to her tasks. Most people, however, had called it a night by the time R’nya finished his meal, a task that had taken far longer than strictly necessary, and he piled his used items carefully into an easily manageable stack and placed them to one side. Content, and far more tired than he was inclined to let on (especially for a man prone to very early bedtimes), R’nya shifted his seat to lean back against the wall.
The bronzerider settled comfortably to watch his dark haired server with a more obvious gaze, though his head was lazed back against the wall and his entire attitude was far more lazily curious than lecherous.Are we staying at Telgar tonight, Sir? Xyreith wasn’t particularly keen to sleep on the watch heights, if he could go and find a weyr to snuggle into, and the distance between Telgar and Katila was too great for him to feel comfortable going home alone, though he’d have preferred to be spending the night curled around Aradissicath. Yes; I’ve no desire to lose us between, Xyreith. R’nya dismissed the bronze to find a room for himself; Xyreith was far too big to land in the streets, and R’nya was far too tired to climb up onto the roof. R’nya was quite confident the tavern would have rooms, though whether or not any were spare was questionable – if nothing else, the young lady could point him in the right direction.
He’d just wait for her to wander over.
Lol, my sleepiness + R'nya's sleepiness = rambly post of sleepiness XD
“Oh!” Pale eyes brightened significantly as the wine was introduced, and R’nya picked up the glass with an almost reverent touch to tilt it towards the light, watching the liquid swirl around in the fine glass. “Thank you,” he added again, glancing up to meet the girls’ eyes, his own warmed just enough to show his pleasure without being particular emotive at all. Dropping his attention back to the meal that had been presented, R’nya picked his spoon up lightly and poked at the stew curiously, extracting small amounts to try, for as the girl had rightly assumed R’nya was far less interested in filling a belly that wasn’t really in need of filling, than he was distracting his mind.
The meal did manage both, however, with R’nya pausing vaguely at intervals, his head tilting as he chatted with Xyreith (punctured with regular eye rolls) or quietly observed those around him – and, much more subtly, the young woman that had gone back to her tasks. Most people, however, had called it a night by the time R’nya finished his meal, a task that had taken far longer than strictly necessary, and he piled his used items carefully into an easily manageable stack and placed them to one side. Content, and far more tired than he was inclined to let on (especially for a man prone to very early bedtimes), R’nya shifted his seat to lean back against the wall.
The bronzerider settled comfortably to watch his dark haired server with a more obvious gaze, though his head was lazed back against the wall and his entire attitude was far more lazily curious than lecherous.
He’d just wait for her to wander over.
Lol, my sleepiness + R'nya's sleepiness = rambly post of sleepiness XD
