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15.Mar.15, 08:30 AM
R’nya laughed, delighted both by Rhaedalyn’s own attempts at severity before she gave up and the by the way she threw herself at him and refused to let go. The bronzerider’s arms wrapped lightly around her waist, secure enough that she would feel in no way unwelcome where she was, but not so captive that she couldn’t easily slip free if she so chose. R’nya rather hoped she did not.
“Of course you did,” R’nya’s murmured response was light with his amusement at her antics, and filled with affection. Pale eyes were amused as Rhaedalyn collected herself, and R’nya restricted himself to a gentle kiss on Rhaedalyn’s forehead as she blinked up at him. Her question had him toss her a wink, and he very gently slipped out of her arms, claiming one hand in his own as he did so.
Taking a step forward and looking over his shoulder at Rhaedalyn, R’nya’s eyes smile even if it is not quite visible on his lips. “Come!” Half request, half demand, the bronzerider leads the young woman perhaps two lengths from their dragons, halting and letting her stand by his side before explaining. The explanation comes with him gently placing his empty hand on one shoulder, while the other – still holding one of her own – carefully lifts up to the other shoulder without releasing the light clasp; he turns her lightly about forty-five degrees.
“This was once home,” the bronzerider explains softly, chin hovering above her shoulder so his voice is more for her ears alone than the space around them. While the history behind the location is not at all romantic – as Xyreith took great joys in pointing out earlier – R’nya is convinced Rhaedalyn will find the area beautiful, and that is all that matters. That, and the silent offer for her to ask questions, if she wishes.
Standing behind her, with his free hand resting lightly on her hip, R’nya uses their joined hands to point out the various locations he knows will be most of interest. “Xyreith and I built a lean-to over there, though it has been lost to the elements now.” If one squinted, the remains could just be seen, but the only real reason R’nya knew where it was, was due to the time he had spent in the area.
“There is a path through there, which leads to a stream. Over there was Xyreith’s wallow,” that at least was still plainly seen, as if other animals had claimed it once the large dragon had left the area. “It would fill with water and turn to mud in the wet season.” R’nya’s voice held merriment at the memory, and he fell into a wistful silence, letting their joined hands lower slowly.
Hearing his wallow still existed, Xyreith trotted up behind the pair and examined it over their heads, before scrunching his nose up and trotting to join Aradissicath once more. She was far more interesting than their silly humans on the best of days, and he was far more interested in watching her snoop around (or pretend regally that she wasn’t interested in snooping around) than his human act like a love struck fool.
“Of course you did,” R’nya’s murmured response was light with his amusement at her antics, and filled with affection. Pale eyes were amused as Rhaedalyn collected herself, and R’nya restricted himself to a gentle kiss on Rhaedalyn’s forehead as she blinked up at him. Her question had him toss her a wink, and he very gently slipped out of her arms, claiming one hand in his own as he did so.
Taking a step forward and looking over his shoulder at Rhaedalyn, R’nya’s eyes smile even if it is not quite visible on his lips. “Come!” Half request, half demand, the bronzerider leads the young woman perhaps two lengths from their dragons, halting and letting her stand by his side before explaining. The explanation comes with him gently placing his empty hand on one shoulder, while the other – still holding one of her own – carefully lifts up to the other shoulder without releasing the light clasp; he turns her lightly about forty-five degrees.
“This was once home,” the bronzerider explains softly, chin hovering above her shoulder so his voice is more for her ears alone than the space around them. While the history behind the location is not at all romantic – as Xyreith took great joys in pointing out earlier – R’nya is convinced Rhaedalyn will find the area beautiful, and that is all that matters. That, and the silent offer for her to ask questions, if she wishes.
Standing behind her, with his free hand resting lightly on her hip, R’nya uses their joined hands to point out the various locations he knows will be most of interest. “Xyreith and I built a lean-to over there, though it has been lost to the elements now.” If one squinted, the remains could just be seen, but the only real reason R’nya knew where it was, was due to the time he had spent in the area.
“There is a path through there, which leads to a stream. Over there was Xyreith’s wallow,” that at least was still plainly seen, as if other animals had claimed it once the large dragon had left the area. “It would fill with water and turn to mud in the wet season.” R’nya’s voice held merriment at the memory, and he fell into a wistful silence, letting their joined hands lower slowly.
Hearing his wallow still existed, Xyreith trotted up behind the pair and examined it over their heads, before scrunching his nose up and trotting to join Aradissicath once more. She was far more interesting than their silly humans on the best of days, and he was far more interested in watching her snoop around (or pretend regally that she wasn’t interested in snooping around) than his human act like a love struck fool.
