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23.Jul.13, 09:08 AM
R’nya watched the way Ameris’ sobered and seemed to withdraw in on herself, the bronzerider’s lips pursing unhappily, particularly displeased with the answer he received from the girl. Though he was a far cry from angry at the girl, there was a certain rider he would be very inclined to deck, as soon as he was sure Ameris wouldn’t be at the receiving end of the man’s retaliation. R’nya focused on the gentle pets and soothing cuddles he was lathering on Mud as he considered the girl’s words and how to deal with them. She was not making it easy!
“Do not lie to me.” There was no real emotion in the words, but it was clearly an order. She needed to stop lying to herself, but she would not be able to do that until she stopped lying to everyone else. He knew that would not be an easy habit to break. She would start by not lying to him, and he would call her on it every time she did so. He was smart, and determined, and R’nya turned his gaze upon Ameris with slightly raised eyebrows, as if daring her to contest his statement.
He studied her face, eyes lingering on the slowly fading bruise before seeking out her own gaze. “I have many moods, Ameris, but none that would ever hurt you.” Certainly not physically, and those that took such measures were not men R’nya thought high of, though it was certainly typical of brownriders. Stuck in the rut between bronze and blue, many seemed to find their strength though beating down the smaller colours, and manhandling women. R’nya typically did not care what went on, until one of his were involved – girls, friends, family.
Reaching out gently, R’nya tilted Ameris’ chin, frowning at the bruise. “I give as good as I get.” He repeated, brushing his thumb lightly over the tender flesh before withdrawing his hand gently. Blue eyes flashed; he gave even better when his own were the ones doing the getting, and his pursed lips said as much as R’nya took to petting Mud once more, touch light and gentle on the little firelizard.
“Do not lie to me.” There was no real emotion in the words, but it was clearly an order. She needed to stop lying to herself, but she would not be able to do that until she stopped lying to everyone else. He knew that would not be an easy habit to break. She would start by not lying to him, and he would call her on it every time she did so. He was smart, and determined, and R’nya turned his gaze upon Ameris with slightly raised eyebrows, as if daring her to contest his statement.
He studied her face, eyes lingering on the slowly fading bruise before seeking out her own gaze. “I have many moods, Ameris, but none that would ever hurt you.” Certainly not physically, and those that took such measures were not men R’nya thought high of, though it was certainly typical of brownriders. Stuck in the rut between bronze and blue, many seemed to find their strength though beating down the smaller colours, and manhandling women. R’nya typically did not care what went on, until one of his were involved – girls, friends, family.
Reaching out gently, R’nya tilted Ameris’ chin, frowning at the bruise. “I give as good as I get.” He repeated, brushing his thumb lightly over the tender flesh before withdrawing his hand gently. Blue eyes flashed; he gave even better when his own were the ones doing the getting, and his pursed lips said as much as R’nya took to petting Mud once more, touch light and gentle on the little firelizard.
