Grand Theft Flitter [R'nya]

R’nya would probably be up all night if he had klah at this hour, but he was at the point where he was almost asleep on his feet at any rate, face washing and eye scrubbing aside, and was starting to think he would simply drop into a dead sleep on the spot. That would certainly frighten the Faranth out of Rhaedalyn, and as grumpy as R’nya was at that moment, her certainly did not want to give the poor girl a heart attack. Perhaps he’d just breathe the fumes for a few minutes while the stuff boiled. That would probably wake him up a little.

Would you shut up? The thought was ground out irritably between the waves of amusement that were rolling off Xyreith. The great bronze dragon dulled his amusement a little, but was unable to completely be rid of it. Of course, sir. R’nya could hear the multitude of amusement in the simple statement, and bit his tongue to keep from snapping irritably at the beast. Xyreith, naturally, sensed his rider’s thin grasp on restraint and withdrew with a last snicker, curling up in his spot and tucking his head under one wing. Well, he might as well get some sleep, then! R’nya groaned softly under his breath.

A few moments later, R’nya wandered back out towards the living area, a mug of tea in hand, though the liquid would undoubtedly be somewhat stronger than he would enjoy; R’nya did not really enjoy tea to start with. However, it would not keep him up as long as a mug of klah would; at least one of them had brains to realise that. He would hate to be a grumpy bastard on the morrow. Rhaedalyn would undoubtedly blame herself, and then there would be the drama the young woman would go through when she tried to explain that she was the reason R’nya had gotten no sleep. Then, of course, she would realise what people would assume and that would be a whole new level of watching Rhaedalyn flounder around.

Xyreith’s body shook from suppressed laughter at that, the dragon barely refraining from drowning his grumpy rider in it as he threw in a quick quip about the fact that Rhaedalyn had even asked him for his time. Moreover, that he had said no. R’nya shoved him off in irritation; snapping mentally and making Xyreith finally quieten up. R’nya sighed into his tea, masking the action as a gentle breath to cool the liquid before taking a sip. An eyebrow arched up at Rhaedalyn when he processed her comment to Muffin, then he frowned slightly. Whisper’s little feet were clutching at his bare shoulder, the small creature having landed there at some point during his drink preparation. They were sharp little claws, but it was concern about what the little blue was up to that had the bronzerider frowning ever so slightly.

“What did he do?” Rhaedalyn was not fluttering around offering a million and one apologise, so R’nya assumed it could not have been very bad. He did not have all that much in his possession that could be damaged by a firelizard, but he would also rather not issue a challenge for the creature. The bronzerider blinked. “Where is he?”