29.Jan.16, 03:44 AM
While R’nya had never discouraged her story-telling and seemed to enjoy them the few times he had managed to get her to tell one, shyness always hit Rhaedalyn when details about the stories were asked for. She personally always enjoyed what she came up with but that didn’t mean she thought they were any good. Aradissicath, Alyren, and sometimes some of the younger blue dragons crept closer to listen as well when she told them outside, were the only ones that ever got to hear a story on a regular basis because she knew her audience wouldn’t turn against her and they all seemed to appreciate the same type of story as she did.
“I’m not sure,” she finally replied honestly, fiddling with her fingers in a nervous habit. “Sometimes I make them up as I go. Other times I may have come up with one during a chore and recount it to her later on. But they’re always happy stories. She’s too little for anything else,” Rhaedalyn often still thought she was too little for scary stories as well but she had learned a while ago that she was old enough for heart break so she couldn’t entirely live in the land of fairy tales anymore.
An idea dawned on her and she gave her best wicked smile, which on her likely didn’t look that devious at all. “I could tell you one now, if you’d like,” she still wasn’t sure if R’nya ever truly liked listening to her tales but in that moment, she was willing to take the risk of offering since if he accepted, he’d end up staying a little longer right where they were. Rhaedalyn was confident she’d be able to toss together a story that was of a good length and could keep the bronzerider both in bed and entertained.
“I’m not sure,” she finally replied honestly, fiddling with her fingers in a nervous habit. “Sometimes I make them up as I go. Other times I may have come up with one during a chore and recount it to her later on. But they’re always happy stories. She’s too little for anything else,” Rhaedalyn often still thought she was too little for scary stories as well but she had learned a while ago that she was old enough for heart break so she couldn’t entirely live in the land of fairy tales anymore.
An idea dawned on her and she gave her best wicked smile, which on her likely didn’t look that devious at all. “I could tell you one now, if you’d like,” she still wasn’t sure if R’nya ever truly liked listening to her tales but in that moment, she was willing to take the risk of offering since if he accepted, he’d end up staying a little longer right where they were. Rhaedalyn was confident she’d be able to toss together a story that was of a good length and could keep the bronzerider both in bed and entertained.