24.Aug.14, 10:28 AM
R’nya’s gaze shifted lazily from Rhaedalyn to look at Rumour with an expression that was a clear mix between sceptical and amused as the little firelizard licked his foot. R’nya shifted his leg, and gently tapped the little gold on the tip of her nose with his big toe. Then he resettled his foot and turned to look up at Rhaedalyn as she floundered. R’nya gave a soft, amused laugh and smirked up at his companion. “I know everything, my dear.” Eyeing Rhaedalyn sideways, R’nya watched her settle herself, amused by the very Rhaedalyn body language that gave away almost as much as the variety of expressions painted so plainly across her face.
“I am sure I will find them all wonderfully enchanting,” R’nya raised an eyebrow as he disagreed; he highly doubted Rhaedalyn had ever had a truly boring thought in her life and he was quite certain her extremely active imagination would conjure up some most interesting fantasies… That would naturally be completely Rhaedalyn. R’nya sighed softly and let his weight collapse off his elbow, landing with a gentle thump on the ground, he rearranged his limb to use his hand to shade his eyes of the sun.No wild sex stories from Rhaedalyn’s point of view then? Poor Sir… Perhaps you should tell her yours?
R’nya laughed, but the look he threw Xyreith was filthy. “Quiet, you. Rhaedalyn is going to tell me stories. My mother used to tell me stories. Come, Rhaedalyn, whatever strikes your fancy.” Pale eyes stared up at Rhaedalyn from below the protective span of loosely held fingers and R’nya blinked, and then smiled loosely. “Your hair is growing nicely.” Nodding, R’nya let his elbow cover his face as he waited quietly for his goldrider to begin telling him a story.
“I am sure I will find them all wonderfully enchanting,” R’nya raised an eyebrow as he disagreed; he highly doubted Rhaedalyn had ever had a truly boring thought in her life and he was quite certain her extremely active imagination would conjure up some most interesting fantasies… That would naturally be completely Rhaedalyn. R’nya sighed softly and let his weight collapse off his elbow, landing with a gentle thump on the ground, he rearranged his limb to use his hand to shade his eyes of the sun.
R’nya laughed, but the look he threw Xyreith was filthy. “Quiet, you. Rhaedalyn is going to tell me stories. My mother used to tell me stories. Come, Rhaedalyn, whatever strikes your fancy.” Pale eyes stared up at Rhaedalyn from below the protective span of loosely held fingers and R’nya blinked, and then smiled loosely. “Your hair is growing nicely.” Nodding, R’nya let his elbow cover his face as he waited quietly for his goldrider to begin telling him a story.