11.Oct.14, 07:52 AM
Amarilla’s small pout at the mention of company wasn’t entirely missed by B’jin, but he didn’t comment upon it, particularly since it vanished entirely when R’nd stepped out of the bushes. B’jin watched the exchange with lessening anxiety, a smile lighting up his features as R’nd bowed and kissed the hand he held lightly, and B’jin bounced slightly on the balls of his feet in delight.
“The pleasure is mine,” Amarilla smiled radiantly, deciding the addition of company was perhaps not so terrible. Her gaze flickered to Benjinamor, before focusing back on the bluerider before her as she extracted her hand delicately when he released it. It was always difficult to judge dragonrider ages; she was still having some trouble accepting the way her friend had barely changed – there were changes, and she could see the weight of the past years hovering over him – but he had hardly changed that much. Not enough to justify twenty years!
This man, though… Amarilla frowned thoughtfully and tilted her head to one side, “Are you Benjinamor’s son?” She could see why her young maid had found it difficult to figure out whom to give her note to! However, the strangled, spluttering sound that escaped from the greenrider, and the look on the bluerider’s face gave her a very solid answer and Amarilla flushed prettily. “I’ll take that as a no… Oh!” Her eyes widened and she glanced between them again as realisation dawned and her lips parted in a soft gasp of surprise. “I am so terribly sorry!” She dropped into an apologetic curtsy, her attentions far more focused on R’nd than B’jin, who was still looking pasty by her elbow.
“The pleasure is mine,” Amarilla smiled radiantly, deciding the addition of company was perhaps not so terrible. Her gaze flickered to Benjinamor, before focusing back on the bluerider before her as she extracted her hand delicately when he released it. It was always difficult to judge dragonrider ages; she was still having some trouble accepting the way her friend had barely changed – there were changes, and she could see the weight of the past years hovering over him – but he had hardly changed that much. Not enough to justify twenty years!
This man, though… Amarilla frowned thoughtfully and tilted her head to one side, “Are you Benjinamor’s son?” She could see why her young maid had found it difficult to figure out whom to give her note to! However, the strangled, spluttering sound that escaped from the greenrider, and the look on the bluerider’s face gave her a very solid answer and Amarilla flushed prettily. “I’ll take that as a no… Oh!” Her eyes widened and she glanced between them again as realisation dawned and her lips parted in a soft gasp of surprise. “I am so terribly sorry!” She dropped into an apologetic curtsy, her attentions far more focused on R’nd than B’jin, who was still looking pasty by her elbow.