Of Fruit and Wherry Meat [open]

You can practically hear the wheels turning in this one. The bronze dragon’s tone was deeply amused as he peered through R’nya’s eyes at the young woman he was talking to. The rider didn’t answer him as he himself quietly took. Note of the girls expression as she flustered around with filling a plate before sitting down with him. The look she shot the table residents behind him amused both R’nya and Xyreith, though they both kept such things to themselves and instead an eyebrow arched up in the man’s face at the official title. Xyreith crowed.

A slight incline if the head was the only answer R’nya managed to slip in before another was being asked; and then a whole flurry. R’nya found flurries of questions highly amusing, and blue eyes sparkled gently with that amusement as he bowed his head again in answer before finding the words to add to his acknowledgement. The way in which her thought process was completely recaptured by her chore was very interesting, and R’nya let her focus on that and less on her flushed cheeks and onslaught of questions for a few moments as he ate some of his own meal. The air of quiet around the bronze rider camera orally indicated he was neither stressed by her flailing questions, nor ignoring them. He was just taking his time in finding the right words.

“Xyreith and I are well, thank you.” More could use her good manners and proper respect, Xyreith rumbled out Irritably, an undercurrent to his thoughts bringing to life several of R’nya’s girls and their lack of proper respect for their rank. R’nya sent back a thin stream of amusement; he liked his girls and for all Xyreith being a grump, he knew the bronze did too. They’re disrespectful. This one could teach them all some manners. he repeated, and R’nya waved him off mentally. “Relax, Nellaris. I do not bite.” His words were gentle, blue eyes searching out the girl’s for a moment before releasing them and he took another bite of food, chewing quietly.