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25.Mar.13, 05:22 AM
R’nya watched the backs of the two with quiet assurance, not at all worried about them getting any more excited than they previously had been. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe it impossible, quite the opposite. R’ana – Ravana , there was a smugness in the bronze’s voice – looked like she was about to pass out, and was shaking more than a leaf during one of Katila’s summer storms. The effect it was having on her dragon was also not lost on R’nya, or upon his own dragon, as Xyreith materialised out of the darkness, eyes a hot and vivid red as he glared menacingly at the pair from behind S’kef. He’d have stood behind R’nya, but the entire effect would have been wasted.
R’nya’s gaze shifted to the back of B’run’s head as the man spoke, and while there wasn’t so much as a flicker of emotion on his features, disapproval rippled through R’nya. Just because the Weyr had a reputation for brawls – and Katila had a serious issue when it came to parties getting overly excited – didn’t give the partygoers an excuse to go to it looking for trouble. Quite the opposite, R’nya would have expected a bronzerider to mind his manners and help keep the excitable in line, not jump at provocative comments. Then again, the fool was drunk. What could anyone expect out of a drunkard?
R’nya didn’t so much as blink when S’kef reached for his whip, the bronzerider’s gaze instead shifting to B’run, watching him carefully in case the other bronzerider decided to be a handful once more. Xyreith rumbled threateningly under his breath, his heated gaze locked on the other dragons.
R’nya’s gaze shifted to the back of B’run’s head as the man spoke, and while there wasn’t so much as a flicker of emotion on his features, disapproval rippled through R’nya. Just because the Weyr had a reputation for brawls – and Katila had a serious issue when it came to parties getting overly excited – didn’t give the partygoers an excuse to go to it looking for trouble. Quite the opposite, R’nya would have expected a bronzerider to mind his manners and help keep the excitable in line, not jump at provocative comments. Then again, the fool was drunk. What could anyone expect out of a drunkard?
R’nya didn’t so much as blink when S’kef reached for his whip, the bronzerider’s gaze instead shifting to B’run, watching him carefully in case the other bronzerider decided to be a handful once more. Xyreith rumbled threateningly under his breath, his heated gaze locked on the other dragons.
