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29.Jan.16, 02:52 AM
Rhaedalyn’s arm moving around his neck encouraged R’nya that he hadn’t screwed up, and his own moved to loop around Rhaedalyn’s waist – and then she was gone, leaving the bronzerider standing very still and utterly confused as he watched her back away. R’nya’s eyebrows knit, his expression both concerned and hurt; his lips pursed into a line as he squared himself up, ignoring Xyreith’s commentary.
“I do, thank you.” R’nya’s words were unintentionally clipped, the bronzerider falling into his persona that he hadn’t been living in nearly so much around Rhaedalyn of late, but his sudden embarrassment and concern that he’d overstepped and screwed things up were making him uncomfortable. “I apologise.” He added, turning the book carefully in his hands but refusing to look at Rhaedalyn as she dashed around; he could hear her picking the chair back up and setting it right again.
Waiting until Rhaedalyn had moved away from the chair, R’nya stiffly took his seat once more, not intending to be overly official or stern, but falling into the role to keep his embarrassment at bay. He set the book carefully to one side where it would be safe from any spills that might occur during the dinner he no longer felt the slightest bit of hunger for. Rather, he felt more than a little ill and his gaze was kept to his lap. He had no idea how to get past the awkwardness he felt, or how to apologise to Rhaedalyn for his bold attack, for he felt his simple apology would never make up for it.
“I do, thank you.” R’nya’s words were unintentionally clipped, the bronzerider falling into his persona that he hadn’t been living in nearly so much around Rhaedalyn of late, but his sudden embarrassment and concern that he’d overstepped and screwed things up were making him uncomfortable. “I apologise.” He added, turning the book carefully in his hands but refusing to look at Rhaedalyn as she dashed around; he could hear her picking the chair back up and setting it right again.
Waiting until Rhaedalyn had moved away from the chair, R’nya stiffly took his seat once more, not intending to be overly official or stern, but falling into the role to keep his embarrassment at bay. He set the book carefully to one side where it would be safe from any spills that might occur during the dinner he no longer felt the slightest bit of hunger for. Rather, he felt more than a little ill and his gaze was kept to his lap. He had no idea how to get past the awkwardness he felt, or how to apologise to Rhaedalyn for his bold attack, for he felt his simple apology would never make up for it.
