20.Oct.15, 06:41 AM
Even R’nya, a well maintained bronzerider, struggled mildly with the dead weight of the two unconscious men. Luckily for him, R’nya wasn’t at all interested in being gentle with them and was quite content to drag them by the leg to the door and then push them out onto the street, amused by their unconscious grunts. Hopefully it rains. They could use the bath. He commented cheerfully to Xyreith, closing the door behind the second and dropping the locks into place. The bronze dragon chuckled to himself as he curled up comfortably, eyeing a passer-by with renewed amusement as they skirted around him.
Checking that all the windows and both the doors were locked up for the night, R’nya banked the fire and made his way upstairs, walking with quiet steps despite the heavy flying boots he was wearing. A warm smile quirked up one side of R’nya’s mouth as he watched Quilriana fussing quietly over her children, eyes crinkling with fond amusement at her statement. “At least not around company,” he murmured gently, weaving his fingers with Quilriana’s as she lead the way out of the room.
“My pleasure, Quil,” R’nya pressed a kiss to the top of her head, holding the woman firmly. While he hadn’t particularly enjoyed the scuffle, he would never have left Quilriana to handle the situation herself; and, though he was sure she would have managed in the end, he was non-the-less pleased he’d shown up when he had, and been able to step in.
“Easy, dear. I am fine, as is Xyreith. It would take more than that to ruffle him up.” Gentle hands cupped Quilriana’s face, forcing her to look him in the eyes instead of her insistent searching of his body as if a wound might suddenly appear. “I was in very little danger from those drunken oafs.” He was much more concerned, now, over Quilriana. She wasn’t about to go into hysterics now that the adrenaline was cooling down, was she? R’nya wasn’t entirely sure he was equipped to deal with a hysterical Quilriana. She was generally so in control.
Leaning down slightly, R’nya pressed his lips to hers. “I am fine, I promise,” was murmured against her lips when he pulled back a little, studying her intently. “Are you?”
Checking that all the windows and both the doors were locked up for the night, R’nya banked the fire and made his way upstairs, walking with quiet steps despite the heavy flying boots he was wearing. A warm smile quirked up one side of R’nya’s mouth as he watched Quilriana fussing quietly over her children, eyes crinkling with fond amusement at her statement. “At least not around company,” he murmured gently, weaving his fingers with Quilriana’s as she lead the way out of the room.
“My pleasure, Quil,” R’nya pressed a kiss to the top of her head, holding the woman firmly. While he hadn’t particularly enjoyed the scuffle, he would never have left Quilriana to handle the situation herself; and, though he was sure she would have managed in the end, he was non-the-less pleased he’d shown up when he had, and been able to step in.
“Easy, dear. I am fine, as is Xyreith. It would take more than that to ruffle him up.” Gentle hands cupped Quilriana’s face, forcing her to look him in the eyes instead of her insistent searching of his body as if a wound might suddenly appear. “I was in very little danger from those drunken oafs.” He was much more concerned, now, over Quilriana. She wasn’t about to go into hysterics now that the adrenaline was cooling down, was she? R’nya wasn’t entirely sure he was equipped to deal with a hysterical Quilriana. She was generally so in control.
Leaning down slightly, R’nya pressed his lips to hers. “I am fine, I promise,” was murmured against her lips when he pulled back a little, studying her intently. “Are you?”