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12.Nov.13, 09:36 AM
Xyreith didn’t even try to avoid the gold’s slap to his face, taking the blow without anything more than a blink as he watched her unwaveringly. Really? Was that all she was going to do in response? The bronze dragon’s jaw shifted into an attempt at a wicked grin, teeth visible as he tilted his head and considered Aradissicath seriously with one eye. Clearly, the bronze dragon considered himself the winner of their silent little battle, simply by managing to get Aradissicath to respond so quickly. Xyreith snorted softly at the young gold, and then curled up serenely, eyes turned to watch the gathering. He would go back to annoying Aradissicath, when watching his human flounder wasn’t quite as interesting any more.
R’nya grimaced apologetically when he saw Rhaedalyn’s hand now free from a drink, and its remains smashed upon the ground. With one hand lightly placed on her waist and the other at her elbow, R’nya frowned just slightly as he made sure the girl was firmly on her own two feet and balanced before withdrawing slightly to give her some space; had they always been standing that close? The bronzerider’s expression lightened slightly as he dipped his chin a little. “Nonsense, my lady. Come, we’ll get you a fresh drink.” Maybe he’d get lucky and someone would spike his drink while he was at it, R’nya thought dryly as he greeted another bronzerider before he politely but pointedly steered Rhaedalyn away from the other man.
“Here,” R’nya offered Rhaedalyn a fresh glass of wine, extending the glass to her and waiting patiently for the girl to take it. “That one should be sweeter,” Katilan wine was hardly something anyone desired, and R’nya hadn’t drank since first trying the terrible stuff. He wasn’t much of an alcohol drinker to begin with, but he certainly wasn’t about to drink the terrible stuff Katilan’s were forced to call alcohol. All the same, that glass seemed to come from a better cask, and was mixed with a healthy dose of fruit juice to take the bite out of it. It was undoubtedly enough to completely knock Rhaedalyn’s socks off if she let it, but R’nya would worry about shepherding the drunk goldrider home when it happened, if it happened.
R’nya left the girl to her own devices for a few moments, his attention being caught by another bronzerider; one of the men that had been in his wing when he had been a leader. The conversation was short, and mostly came from the other man, with R’nya nodding a couple of times and adding a mild comment at the end before the other bronzerider smirked and moved off. R’nya frowned slightly after him, but left well enough alone as he turned his attention back to Rhaedalyn with a lowly spoken apology and a subtle glance at her wine glass. An eyebrow arched upwards slightly as R’nya met her eyes. “May I have this dance, my lady?” He held his right hand out invitingly.
R’nya grimaced apologetically when he saw Rhaedalyn’s hand now free from a drink, and its remains smashed upon the ground. With one hand lightly placed on her waist and the other at her elbow, R’nya frowned just slightly as he made sure the girl was firmly on her own two feet and balanced before withdrawing slightly to give her some space; had they always been standing that close? The bronzerider’s expression lightened slightly as he dipped his chin a little. “Nonsense, my lady. Come, we’ll get you a fresh drink.” Maybe he’d get lucky and someone would spike his drink while he was at it, R’nya thought dryly as he greeted another bronzerider before he politely but pointedly steered Rhaedalyn away from the other man.
“Here,” R’nya offered Rhaedalyn a fresh glass of wine, extending the glass to her and waiting patiently for the girl to take it. “That one should be sweeter,” Katilan wine was hardly something anyone desired, and R’nya hadn’t drank since first trying the terrible stuff. He wasn’t much of an alcohol drinker to begin with, but he certainly wasn’t about to drink the terrible stuff Katilan’s were forced to call alcohol. All the same, that glass seemed to come from a better cask, and was mixed with a healthy dose of fruit juice to take the bite out of it. It was undoubtedly enough to completely knock Rhaedalyn’s socks off if she let it, but R’nya would worry about shepherding the drunk goldrider home when it happened, if it happened.
R’nya left the girl to her own devices for a few moments, his attention being caught by another bronzerider; one of the men that had been in his wing when he had been a leader. The conversation was short, and mostly came from the other man, with R’nya nodding a couple of times and adding a mild comment at the end before the other bronzerider smirked and moved off. R’nya frowned slightly after him, but left well enough alone as he turned his attention back to Rhaedalyn with a lowly spoken apology and a subtle glance at her wine glass. An eyebrow arched upwards slightly as R’nya met her eyes. “May I have this dance, my lady?” He held his right hand out invitingly.
