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10.Aug.13, 07:02 AM
The laughter wasn’t something he had expected and D’hys stared at her quizzically. I believe she’s finally cracked. D’hys was leaning towards that thought as well but he suspected the spirited green dragon had said something to put a new spin on the situation and it made for quite the spectacle, especially when she grabbed his hand. D’hys eyed their hands for a moment but didn’t jerk away. It showed a new level of trust given the way Ravana twitched under his touch when he applied cream to her wounds and he was willing to put up with it for his own gain.
“It’s because we’re friends that I say this. If he doesn’t believe you then that’s not a relationship worth having and he’s likely hiding something himself.” It was almost too funny to give out such advice given his own games and how every moment with V’zire was a lie that the greenrider ate up eagerly. Ravana had simply made a nice opening to mess with her love life and he couldn’t ignore it, though she’d likely not thank him for planting that seed of doubt in her active mind. Still, if B’run were half the man he strutted around as, he’d use the stories about his mate to cover up his own roaming eye and make himself look like the wounded party.
“I know that doesn’t help unwind you any. I’m sure it’s only my naturally suspicious mind at work,” another easy smile was given to Ravana and he placed his free hand atop hers, thumb stroking gently over her smooth skin. All of this kindness was making him feel dirty but D’hys was convinced it, like his time with V’zire, would pay off in the long run.
The hesitation after his name was said in such a way made D’hys aware there was a hidden question that Ravana was afraid to ask. He couldn’t figure out what it was or why she’d be afraid to ask him something when the woman always seemed ready to speak her mind and that left him extremely intrigued. “What do you owe me?” There were quite a few things he could say and they all ranked differently on the scale of innocence but D’hys decided to further up his niceness act in her eyes. “You can either act out the story with me at a later date or we can say the heads up is a thank you for keeping your winged critter away from me.” He knew how hard it was to train the little buggers given how often he was putting up with one of Z’ia’s green firelizards that liked to sit and stare longingly at him. Z’ia naturally encouraged it but it was nice to see there was at least one responsible owner in the Weyr.
“It’s because we’re friends that I say this. If he doesn’t believe you then that’s not a relationship worth having and he’s likely hiding something himself.” It was almost too funny to give out such advice given his own games and how every moment with V’zire was a lie that the greenrider ate up eagerly. Ravana had simply made a nice opening to mess with her love life and he couldn’t ignore it, though she’d likely not thank him for planting that seed of doubt in her active mind. Still, if B’run were half the man he strutted around as, he’d use the stories about his mate to cover up his own roaming eye and make himself look like the wounded party.
“I know that doesn’t help unwind you any. I’m sure it’s only my naturally suspicious mind at work,” another easy smile was given to Ravana and he placed his free hand atop hers, thumb stroking gently over her smooth skin. All of this kindness was making him feel dirty but D’hys was convinced it, like his time with V’zire, would pay off in the long run.
The hesitation after his name was said in such a way made D’hys aware there was a hidden question that Ravana was afraid to ask. He couldn’t figure out what it was or why she’d be afraid to ask him something when the woman always seemed ready to speak her mind and that left him extremely intrigued. “What do you owe me?” There were quite a few things he could say and they all ranked differently on the scale of innocence but D’hys decided to further up his niceness act in her eyes. “You can either act out the story with me at a later date or we can say the heads up is a thank you for keeping your winged critter away from me.” He knew how hard it was to train the little buggers given how often he was putting up with one of Z’ia’s green firelizards that liked to sit and stare longingly at him. Z’ia naturally encouraged it but it was nice to see there was at least one responsible owner in the Weyr.
