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26.Jul.14, 01:52 PM
R’nya watched Rhaedalyn fret with wordless amusement.
The bronzerider was sprawled casually on the grass a dragonlenth or two from the edge of the water, an eyebrow arched neatly above one eye and his lips twisted into a half smile as the goldrider let herself get carried away by her own anxiety at missing the Hatching. It was Aradissicath’s fault they were all still on the lakes edge, of course, but R’nya was much too smart to make quips, and Xyreith was amusing himself by annoying the gold in his usual manner, by poking and biting her and pretending otherwise when she looked at him. Xyreith was clearly having fun, though; by the way his tail tip was twitching and the bright colours that were swirling through his eyes.
Dressed in nothing more than a pair of low slung shorts that had definitely seen better days, R’nya was still dripping wet from the rather exuberant bathing Xyreith had demanded. The Wingleader was usually prone to springing surprises on his Wing, and telling them that today would be Bath Day, and that they’d have the assistance of sixty-odd Candidates to bath and oil their dragons. Naturally, what R’nya had planned to be a casual ‘training’ session had turned into into a typical excuse to celebrate and have a good time, with almost the entire remaining population turning out to drink, eat and bathe dragons. With the Hatching so close, the Candidates had been excluded from alcohol, but no one else had truly held back, and amusingly, R’nya had been among the casual drinkers.
That could, in part, have been because of Katila actually having quality alcohol imported from the North, too. It also did not hurt that the bronzerider had reacquired a taste for liquor with his increasing trips to a particular tavern in Telgar; R’nya was not really one to listen to gossip, otherwise he probably would have been slightly more scandalised by what was being whispered about him, and the young woman he had occasionally been seen with. On the other hand, he likely would also have found it amusing, notably since he was rather tipsy at the present moment. Much like he currently found Rhaedalyn’s pacing far more amusing than annoying and he continued to watch her, his smile growing into a subtle smirk.
“Rhaedalyn,” There was the tiniest sing-song lilt to his words, and R’nya shifted to rest his weight on one elbow and patted the ground beside him with his free hand, raising both eyebrows at the girl. “Come; sit!” leaning back again, R’nya wiped wet hair off his face and watched his companion quietly for a few moment, clearly considering, before his subtle smirk grew much more pronounced. “Tell me one of your stories.” He wasn’t sure if he was really meant to know about those; Xyreith had mentioned them a long time ago, when Aradissicath was much more the babbling Hatchling, and R’nya had kept the information quietly aside until it could be most useful.
Like now, while he was half-drunk, mostly naked, and smirking up at the goldrider from where he was sprawled in the grass and midday sunshine.
The bronzerider was sprawled casually on the grass a dragonlenth or two from the edge of the water, an eyebrow arched neatly above one eye and his lips twisted into a half smile as the goldrider let herself get carried away by her own anxiety at missing the Hatching. It was Aradissicath’s fault they were all still on the lakes edge, of course, but R’nya was much too smart to make quips, and Xyreith was amusing himself by annoying the gold in his usual manner, by poking and biting her and pretending otherwise when she looked at him. Xyreith was clearly having fun, though; by the way his tail tip was twitching and the bright colours that were swirling through his eyes.
Dressed in nothing more than a pair of low slung shorts that had definitely seen better days, R’nya was still dripping wet from the rather exuberant bathing Xyreith had demanded. The Wingleader was usually prone to springing surprises on his Wing, and telling them that today would be Bath Day, and that they’d have the assistance of sixty-odd Candidates to bath and oil their dragons. Naturally, what R’nya had planned to be a casual ‘training’ session had turned into into a typical excuse to celebrate and have a good time, with almost the entire remaining population turning out to drink, eat and bathe dragons. With the Hatching so close, the Candidates had been excluded from alcohol, but no one else had truly held back, and amusingly, R’nya had been among the casual drinkers.
That could, in part, have been because of Katila actually having quality alcohol imported from the North, too. It also did not hurt that the bronzerider had reacquired a taste for liquor with his increasing trips to a particular tavern in Telgar; R’nya was not really one to listen to gossip, otherwise he probably would have been slightly more scandalised by what was being whispered about him, and the young woman he had occasionally been seen with. On the other hand, he likely would also have found it amusing, notably since he was rather tipsy at the present moment. Much like he currently found Rhaedalyn’s pacing far more amusing than annoying and he continued to watch her, his smile growing into a subtle smirk.
“Rhaedalyn,” There was the tiniest sing-song lilt to his words, and R’nya shifted to rest his weight on one elbow and patted the ground beside him with his free hand, raising both eyebrows at the girl. “Come; sit!” leaning back again, R’nya wiped wet hair off his face and watched his companion quietly for a few moment, clearly considering, before his subtle smirk grew much more pronounced. “Tell me one of your stories.” He wasn’t sure if he was really meant to know about those; Xyreith had mentioned them a long time ago, when Aradissicath was much more the babbling Hatchling, and R’nya had kept the information quietly aside until it could be most useful.
Like now, while he was half-drunk, mostly naked, and smirking up at the goldrider from where he was sprawled in the grass and midday sunshine.
