29.Sep.14, 10:54 PM
R’nya’s eyebrows knit together in a frown, and the bronzerider rolled onto his side, using his arm to support his head as he eyed Rhaedalyn thoughtfully. “But…” He lingered on the single word for a few moments, continuing to watch the girl, “what happened?” R’nya fought to catch Rhaedalyn’s gaze when she glanced his way, his expression confused. “What did her father do? Did the Rider get in trouble?” Surely there was more to the story than just a happily ever after, right?
You’re thinking too much. The bronze’s tone was droll as he peered out towards the two humans from where he was playing with Aradissicath. It’s a story, not politics. Think less. Enjoy more. A pause. Or you will get wet. R’nya twisted to frown over his shoulder at Xyreith before puffing out a sigh and flopping back into the sand. “Okay.” He peered sideways at Rhaedalyn, looking slightly apologetic. “Xyreith says I think too much. Tell me another?”