25.Feb.12, 01:19 PM
He deserved that kick and knew it. It didn’t mean R’nd enjoyed receiving it and winced upon connection. The grin faltered and he pouted at I’shan. If his comment had been made at or about anyone else, I’shan would have laughed and encouraged him. It figured the bratty man would react negatively now and have a mini hissy fit because it had the potential to ruin his good time. At least N’gelt seemed to have him on ignore now so R’nd decided he could finish his meal and wine before excusing the couple that was so into each other.
Or so the plan would have gone.
As N’gelt rose, R’nd tensed but it did little good as the large and manly rider still had better reflexes drunk than he did when caught off guard. The powerful fist connected with impressive speed and a sickening sound of bones and flesh meeting. Not that R’nd had time to grade it as he was busy keeping himself and the chair from toppling over solely on a reflex that was working at a decent speed with hands already resting on the table gripping for the edge. Sandy blonde hair that had been styled meticulously earlier was now strewn out of place and hiding a portion of his face that was set in shock with his jaw hanging slack. He knew there was the chance of that happening but somehow convinced himself N’gelt wouldn’t take such offense since in a way he was complimenting his luck in finding I’shan.
So, lesson learned! Don’t provoke a drunken brownrider despite believing it would be fun, because it definitely wasn’t.
You’re in pain! What’s going on? Ayyonth’s concern wrapped around him like a warm blanket and it helped bring R’nd out of the temporary binding of shock. I’m fine. I’m simply enjoying the rewards for my stupidity. N’gelt’s brown is nearby, I assume? Tell him he can be proud of his rider’s punch. It may have even knocked some sense into me! Yes, he was in pain and even mad at both himself and N’gelt but R’nd knew when he was at fault and knew it wouldn’t do anyone any good if he retaliated. I’shan would be upset and their friendship was one that would be missed and not one to lose over a fight at the dining table.
Instead, R’nd pushed back his hair from his face and grabbed his glass of wine with a surprisingly steady hand and guzzled the contents before setting it back down. He rose in silence, tucking his chair back in. The brownrider seemed to have forgotten his presence already so R’nd kept his gaze on I’shan as he went to the counter where an unopened bottle of wine was. He grabbed it and saluted his friend with it; if I’shan wanted to complain about him pilfering it, he could do so another day. R’nd needed alcohol in his system and needed it now with plans to have half the bottle drained before he made it to his hut where he would sulk about his gorgeous face being marred. He had no doubt a nasty black eye and bruised cheek would greet him in the morning.
“I think I should leave you lovebirds alone and return to my own home. It was great meeting you, N’gelt; a lot of fun. I’shan, the meal was great, as always, and thanks for the hospitality.”
Or so the plan would have gone.
As N’gelt rose, R’nd tensed but it did little good as the large and manly rider still had better reflexes drunk than he did when caught off guard. The powerful fist connected with impressive speed and a sickening sound of bones and flesh meeting. Not that R’nd had time to grade it as he was busy keeping himself and the chair from toppling over solely on a reflex that was working at a decent speed with hands already resting on the table gripping for the edge. Sandy blonde hair that had been styled meticulously earlier was now strewn out of place and hiding a portion of his face that was set in shock with his jaw hanging slack. He knew there was the chance of that happening but somehow convinced himself N’gelt wouldn’t take such offense since in a way he was complimenting his luck in finding I’shan.
So, lesson learned! Don’t provoke a drunken brownrider despite believing it would be fun, because it definitely wasn’t.
You’re in pain! What’s going on? Ayyonth’s concern wrapped around him like a warm blanket and it helped bring R’nd out of the temporary binding of shock. I’m fine. I’m simply enjoying the rewards for my stupidity. N’gelt’s brown is nearby, I assume? Tell him he can be proud of his rider’s punch. It may have even knocked some sense into me! Yes, he was in pain and even mad at both himself and N’gelt but R’nd knew when he was at fault and knew it wouldn’t do anyone any good if he retaliated. I’shan would be upset and their friendship was one that would be missed and not one to lose over a fight at the dining table.
Instead, R’nd pushed back his hair from his face and grabbed his glass of wine with a surprisingly steady hand and guzzled the contents before setting it back down. He rose in silence, tucking his chair back in. The brownrider seemed to have forgotten his presence already so R’nd kept his gaze on I’shan as he went to the counter where an unopened bottle of wine was. He grabbed it and saluted his friend with it; if I’shan wanted to complain about him pilfering it, he could do so another day. R’nd needed alcohol in his system and needed it now with plans to have half the bottle drained before he made it to his hut where he would sulk about his gorgeous face being marred. He had no doubt a nasty black eye and bruised cheek would greet him in the morning.
“I think I should leave you lovebirds alone and return to my own home. It was great meeting you, N’gelt; a lot of fun. I’shan, the meal was great, as always, and thanks for the hospitality.”