19.Feb.12, 02:08 PM
Lymsleia grinned as the the atmosphere in her mind relaxed. Her heart had stopped pounding and her breathing evened. At R'nd's hand squeeze, she tensed, and then slowly relaxed. He was just being friendly, right? Well at least the flirty and momentary limerence had passed, or so it seemed. She allowed herself a deep breath, puffing out her chest, as if to clear her mind of the small black clouds that had hung metaphorically over her head. A light smile played on her lips. She gaze a mock sniffle at R'nd's suggestion of weeping for I'shan. " Such a honorable man you are R'nd."
"It' perfectly fine, to have a mate, I'shan. It's someone to go home to at the end of the day, right?" She twisted a few black strands of hair into a tiny braid to give herself something to do.
" I was surprised myself. The way some people talk, all riders are..." she struggled to remember Kuminari's words.. "How'd she put it? Sexcrazed riders with their beasts.. or something--" she flicked her hand dismissively. "Anyway, I know I like you both, you're interesting an entertaining." her voice was steady now, and not the higher, more excited tone it'd had a little while a go. It was a young woman who'd slowly gained a does of reality, and was apparently trying to keep her fanciful day dreams from her thoughts. She founded herself relaxing more noticeably as she talked with the two riders. I'shan was quieter and more mysterious, and R'nd, bolder and more outgoing, but as far as Lymsleia's could tell both were decent men.
"N'gelt's an artist? what does he draw? Paint? Umm what sort of medium does he use?" she asked curiously. A soft 'oh' left her lips as Ilveriath's voice rolled across her mind. She wasn't entirely sure what to make of the comment from the dragon, but she accepted it none the less. Dragons couldn't lie, right? She tapped her lips. Greenrider male, "B'jin?" she questioned aloud, as she noticed I'shan smile... "I think, thouh I could be very wrong. But he's the only one I know about." She licked her lips again. "You know we should go do something. I mean standing around here is nice, but-" she wiggled her fingers. "I think we need to get out and move!"
"It' perfectly fine, to have a mate, I'shan. It's someone to go home to at the end of the day, right?" She twisted a few black strands of hair into a tiny braid to give herself something to do.
" I was surprised myself. The way some people talk, all riders are..." she struggled to remember Kuminari's words.. "How'd she put it? Sexcrazed riders with their beasts.. or something--" she flicked her hand dismissively. "Anyway, I know I like you both, you're interesting an entertaining." her voice was steady now, and not the higher, more excited tone it'd had a little while a go. It was a young woman who'd slowly gained a does of reality, and was apparently trying to keep her fanciful day dreams from her thoughts. She founded herself relaxing more noticeably as she talked with the two riders. I'shan was quieter and more mysterious, and R'nd, bolder and more outgoing, but as far as Lymsleia's could tell both were decent men.
"N'gelt's an artist? what does he draw? Paint? Umm what sort of medium does he use?" she asked curiously. A soft 'oh' left her lips as Ilveriath's voice rolled across her mind. She wasn't entirely sure what to make of the comment from the dragon, but she accepted it none the less. Dragons couldn't lie, right? She tapped her lips. Greenrider male, "B'jin?" she questioned aloud, as she noticed I'shan smile... "I think, thouh I could be very wrong. But he's the only one I know about." She licked her lips again. "You know we should go do something. I mean standing around here is nice, but-" she wiggled her fingers. "I think we need to get out and move!"