19.Nov.13, 10:22 AM
R’nya smiled gently at Rhaedalyn, the expression fleeting and gone almost as soon as it had appeared upon lips and within pale eyes. The bronzerider waited patiently for Rhaedalyn to put the pieces together, his hand never wavering from where he was holding it out and blue-grey eyes watching her face with the same bemused affection he normally watched the girl with; such a dreamer.
“Wonderful,” he murmured as Rhaedalyn chewed on her lip and set her glass down, the bronzerider’s fingers holding her hand gently before turning to lead her towards the main area that had been cleared for dancing. He paused when he reached a spot for them, turning to bow slightly to the girl before stepping into her space; hands finding a place to rest lightly on her waist after setting the hand he’d been holding lightly upon his shoulder. “That’s better,” he teased, not referencing their new stance (though it could clearly be taken that way, all considered) but rather the reappearance of a smile upon the young goldrider’s lips.
When he was sure she was ready, R’nya’s weight shifted and he lead her into the dance. “You worry too much, my dear,” he was teasing still, tone light and amused but quiet enough not to be overheard by those dancing around them. “What is it that has upset you, Rhaedalyn?” R’nya seriously doubted she was fretting over what he was stressing about, but perhaps if the girl spoke to him about whatever it was, he’d be able to sooth her fears nonetheless. She was supposed to be enjoying the evening, not getting caught up in her over active imagination!
“Wonderful,” he murmured as Rhaedalyn chewed on her lip and set her glass down, the bronzerider’s fingers holding her hand gently before turning to lead her towards the main area that had been cleared for dancing. He paused when he reached a spot for them, turning to bow slightly to the girl before stepping into her space; hands finding a place to rest lightly on her waist after setting the hand he’d been holding lightly upon his shoulder. “That’s better,” he teased, not referencing their new stance (though it could clearly be taken that way, all considered) but rather the reappearance of a smile upon the young goldrider’s lips.
When he was sure she was ready, R’nya’s weight shifted and he lead her into the dance. “You worry too much, my dear,” he was teasing still, tone light and amused but quiet enough not to be overheard by those dancing around them. “What is it that has upset you, Rhaedalyn?” R’nya seriously doubted she was fretting over what he was stressing about, but perhaps if the girl spoke to him about whatever it was, he’d be able to sooth her fears nonetheless. She was supposed to be enjoying the evening, not getting caught up in her over active imagination!