05.Jul.13, 09:14 AM
Xyreith watched with a silent gaze as Aradissicath made herself at home with far more arrogance than he had expected, given Rhaedalyn’s timidity. He was amused, and it shone through in flickers of green and blue in an otherwise grumpy expression of colours. Cheeky little bitch! Snorting softly, Xyreith walked slowly to his sleeping place, looking down his nose at Aradissicath in amusement before stepping over her and flopping down on the other side, and making himself comfortable. His tail tip flicked placidly by the young gold’s hip.
“She is?” R’nya asked, his voice slightly dazed as he shook himself out of a stupor and turned his face to Rhaedalyn’s direction, blinking at her dully for a moment before looking slightly more alive as he raised a hand, freeing it of the blanket to brush over his face. He then wrapped himself up again and focused on Rhaedalyn. “Sorry, Rhaedalyn. I did not mean to cause you distress.” So much distress she had woken her dragon, caused her to come trundling to his hut. R’nya’s chin dropped, the bronzerider staring down at his lap shamefully.
A frown furrowed the man’s brows as he looked up in confusion at Rhaedalyn, mouth slightly ajar as he tried to figure out how to answer her question without sounding like his dragon. The expression faded out, turning into one of tired amusement and he shifted slightly, curling his own legs up onto the couch and leaning lazily against the back, all R’nya-esque posture gone in favour of a desire for sleepy comfort. “Yes,” his voice was gentle, quiet assurance as a smile peeked through, tilting one corner of his lips up.
His gaze shifted, seeing more past than present, and staring off somewhere towards Rhaedalyn’s shoulder, vague and distant. “It is a different kind of happiness,” his voice was still the soft murmur; “It is a different kind of life.” R’nya refocused, blue eyes searching out hazel and he smiled gently. “I would not swap what I have, for what I once had, my dear. I just miss it sometimes, and sometimes it seems to miss me.”
“She is?” R’nya asked, his voice slightly dazed as he shook himself out of a stupor and turned his face to Rhaedalyn’s direction, blinking at her dully for a moment before looking slightly more alive as he raised a hand, freeing it of the blanket to brush over his face. He then wrapped himself up again and focused on Rhaedalyn. “Sorry, Rhaedalyn. I did not mean to cause you distress.” So much distress she had woken her dragon, caused her to come trundling to his hut. R’nya’s chin dropped, the bronzerider staring down at his lap shamefully.
A frown furrowed the man’s brows as he looked up in confusion at Rhaedalyn, mouth slightly ajar as he tried to figure out how to answer her question without sounding like his dragon. The expression faded out, turning into one of tired amusement and he shifted slightly, curling his own legs up onto the couch and leaning lazily against the back, all R’nya-esque posture gone in favour of a desire for sleepy comfort. “Yes,” his voice was gentle, quiet assurance as a smile peeked through, tilting one corner of his lips up.
His gaze shifted, seeing more past than present, and staring off somewhere towards Rhaedalyn’s shoulder, vague and distant. “It is a different kind of happiness,” his voice was still the soft murmur; “It is a different kind of life.” R’nya refocused, blue eyes searching out hazel and he smiled gently. “I would not swap what I have, for what I once had, my dear. I just miss it sometimes, and sometimes it seems to miss me.”