17.Jun.13, 01:48 AM
“My lady,” R’nya murmured quietly, his voice not much louder than Rhaedalyn’s as he slipped up beside her from behind. “You will find yourself a man–” an eyebrow arched slightly, teasing her playfully at the presumption of a gender, “Though I like to imagine you have more class, my dear, than to make such displays of yourself.” The bronzerider’s pale gaze flickered to look past the young woman and at the two men wrapped around one another, completely oblivious to the world around them. Typical of their caste.
R’nya ignored the bronze dragon as he gently picked up Rhaedalyn’s left hand, moving calmly to stand before her as he dropped a slight bow to her, raising her hand slightly and peering up at her with amused eyes as he straightened once again. “May I claim a dance, my lady?” He paused, politely waiting just long enough to receive an indication of the affirmative, before leading her gently out towards the main dancing area. He was pleased to see most of the girls enjoying themselves, and shot the various men they were dancing with a look just hard enough to see several sets of hands shift upwards and away from trouble, and small distances appear between bodies, but not enough to send the men running away from their partners.
Reaching a suitable spot, R’nya paused and let Rhaedalyn compose herself, watching her with subtle amusement as he lifted the hand still in his to place it lightly on his own shoulder, and relocated both of his own to the young woman’s waist, quirking an eyebrow at the blush on her cheeks. He opted not to comment on it, as another Harper took up the position left by the otherwise occupied B’jin, and another song was struck up. Holding Rhaedalyn gently, R’nya lead her into the dance.
“You need to learn to control that blush, my lady.” His voice was low, so as not to be heard by other dancers, but warm with fond amusement. “It is very pretty, but it will cause you issues if it pops up at an inconvenient time in the future.” A goldrider was not the most authoritative woman around, but Rhaedalyn would find what little authority she had to throw around severely limited if she blushed like a pretty little virgin every time someone flashed her a smile!
R’nya ignored the bronze dragon as he gently picked up Rhaedalyn’s left hand, moving calmly to stand before her as he dropped a slight bow to her, raising her hand slightly and peering up at her with amused eyes as he straightened once again. “May I claim a dance, my lady?” He paused, politely waiting just long enough to receive an indication of the affirmative, before leading her gently out towards the main dancing area. He was pleased to see most of the girls enjoying themselves, and shot the various men they were dancing with a look just hard enough to see several sets of hands shift upwards and away from trouble, and small distances appear between bodies, but not enough to send the men running away from their partners.
Reaching a suitable spot, R’nya paused and let Rhaedalyn compose herself, watching her with subtle amusement as he lifted the hand still in his to place it lightly on his own shoulder, and relocated both of his own to the young woman’s waist, quirking an eyebrow at the blush on her cheeks. He opted not to comment on it, as another Harper took up the position left by the otherwise occupied B’jin, and another song was struck up. Holding Rhaedalyn gently, R’nya lead her into the dance.
“You need to learn to control that blush, my lady.” His voice was low, so as not to be heard by other dancers, but warm with fond amusement. “It is very pretty, but it will cause you issues if it pops up at an inconvenient time in the future.” A goldrider was not the most authoritative woman around, but Rhaedalyn would find what little authority she had to throw around severely limited if she blushed like a pretty little virgin every time someone flashed her a smile!