30.Oct.17, 06:37 PM
Everything was moving in slow motion and Rhaedalyn swore something was sucking the air out of the office. Was that even possible? There were billows for blowing air so maybe they could remove air as well. She’d have to try to ask a glass or blacksmith about that. If she survived the lack of oxygen and encounter with Z’ia. The bluerider looked far too pleased with himself or maybe with her reaction to seeing him. She had worked so hard to avoid him once she got over hoping he would comeback and apologize for being a jerk to her when he walked away. She had managed to find her way on her own albeit with a lot of help from R’nya and now she was happy and in love with the bronzerider. How dare Z’ia come back now?
She self-consciously reached for the hair he had insulted and brushed fingers against some of the unruly curls. She had never wanted to cut them all off to begin with but after the mess the landslide had made of it, she had no choice. While they weren’t as long as they once were, Rhaedalyn was content with the length of the curls that she had truly grown to love during her time in Katila and beyond. She managed a scowl at the bluerider though it wasn’t very powerful given she was still a bit timid before his arrogance and the condescending tone.
“R’nya likes my hair,” she managed meekly as she took in the mess she had made. She did want to clean up, it was her mess after all, but she hated that it would look like she was doing it because Z’ia told her to. She could stand there and try to glare at him but that wouldn’t solve anything. He was clearly there for a reason and wouldn’t leave even if she ordered him to. She supposed she could leave, even with the pretense of finding cleaning supplies, but he might still call her out for running away from him. She refused to sigh or growl in frustration as bent down to start picking up the food and putting them back on the plates. It was only when she was down on her knees to do the task that she realized what a compromising position she was now in. The short bluerider could loom over her and Rhaedalyn tried not to show shaky hands as she picked up the poor wasted food. Maybe her firelizards would appreciate the meal still.
She self-consciously reached for the hair he had insulted and brushed fingers against some of the unruly curls. She had never wanted to cut them all off to begin with but after the mess the landslide had made of it, she had no choice. While they weren’t as long as they once were, Rhaedalyn was content with the length of the curls that she had truly grown to love during her time in Katila and beyond. She managed a scowl at the bluerider though it wasn’t very powerful given she was still a bit timid before his arrogance and the condescending tone.
“R’nya likes my hair,” she managed meekly as she took in the mess she had made. She did want to clean up, it was her mess after all, but she hated that it would look like she was doing it because Z’ia told her to. She could stand there and try to glare at him but that wouldn’t solve anything. He was clearly there for a reason and wouldn’t leave even if she ordered him to. She supposed she could leave, even with the pretense of finding cleaning supplies, but he might still call her out for running away from him. She refused to sigh or growl in frustration as bent down to start picking up the food and putting them back on the plates. It was only when she was down on her knees to do the task that she realized what a compromising position she was now in. The short bluerider could loom over her and Rhaedalyn tried not to show shaky hands as she picked up the poor wasted food. Maybe her firelizards would appreciate the meal still.