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07.Aug.19, 11:30 AM
He hadn’t planned on staying the night but Casa seemed to need a friend long past proper visiting hours and one that wouldn’t try to get her out of her clothes as they cuddled. R’dal didn’t view her any differently now that she had discovered how much fun sex was and he didn’t care how often she had it or with how many people. What he did care about was how tired and stressed she looked so when they both started yawning, instead of excusing himself and heading home or over to F’drel’s to crash since he was pretty tired, he grinned and challenged her to a race to her bed where they snuggled and chatted a bit longer before falling asleep.
He didn’t know why he was up so early but blamed it on Casa—or more specifically, Thallyath being cranky and demanding her rider get up. He knew he could have stayed curled up in bed a bit longer but figured a morning walk before breakfast would be nice, especially since Edath was still happily asleep beside Halomirth—he wasn’t foolish enough to stay even on Thallyath’s ledge after dropping R’dal off. Blues seemed to be public enemy number one at the moment and it didn’t help anyone to provoke the gold further.
Eventually he found himself wandering toward the runners, still finding them utterly fascinating. As he approached, he saw someone else was already there but didn’t see who it was until a brown firelizard squawked a greeting. “Nutmeg!” R’dal called out, waving to the firelizard, not finding it at all odd to greet the creature first or at all. They were intelligent little fellas, even if they weren’t on par with dragons, and deserved respect as well.
“Heya, Kitt!” R’dal greeted the human companion a moment later when he was closer. He leaned on the fence, arms draped along the top plank so he could rest his chin on them as he watched the runners do their own thing at their own pace. “I still find them weird but pretty, you know? Like, why do they exist when there are dragons but I guess dragons wouldn’t want to tend to fields like some of the runners do. But they’re so cool as well! Though, I think I’d be afraid to ride one. I know, I’m weird! I ride a dragon that flies but I’m worried about a little thing on the ground.” R’dal giggled with his declaration that he was weird, not actually caring if people thought that about him but knew in this case it was an accurate description.
He didn’t know why he was up so early but blamed it on Casa—or more specifically, Thallyath being cranky and demanding her rider get up. He knew he could have stayed curled up in bed a bit longer but figured a morning walk before breakfast would be nice, especially since Edath was still happily asleep beside Halomirth—he wasn’t foolish enough to stay even on Thallyath’s ledge after dropping R’dal off. Blues seemed to be public enemy number one at the moment and it didn’t help anyone to provoke the gold further.
Eventually he found himself wandering toward the runners, still finding them utterly fascinating. As he approached, he saw someone else was already there but didn’t see who it was until a brown firelizard squawked a greeting. “Nutmeg!” R’dal called out, waving to the firelizard, not finding it at all odd to greet the creature first or at all. They were intelligent little fellas, even if they weren’t on par with dragons, and deserved respect as well.
“Heya, Kitt!” R’dal greeted the human companion a moment later when he was closer. He leaned on the fence, arms draped along the top plank so he could rest his chin on them as he watched the runners do their own thing at their own pace. “I still find them weird but pretty, you know? Like, why do they exist when there are dragons but I guess dragons wouldn’t want to tend to fields like some of the runners do. But they’re so cool as well! Though, I think I’d be afraid to ride one. I know, I’m weird! I ride a dragon that flies but I’m worried about a little thing on the ground.” R’dal giggled with his declaration that he was weird, not actually caring if people thought that about him but knew in this case it was an accurate description.
