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23.Oct.12, 04:06 AM
R'nya looked up quietly at the stuttered words of the child, watching patiently for the explosion he knew was bound to arrive. Most people reacted oddly when he admitted to having his wingriders play children's games, and he wasn't the least bit surprised that such a serious child as the one before him would be just as blown away by such an announcement. R'nya allowed the smallest of smiles to pull his lips up at the corner, the expression alien to his features as blue eyes danced with amusement. "Indeed they are."
This child is a pansy, Xyreith noted in amusement, watching the fidgeting and flushing child through his rider's eyes, You should say 'Boo!' and see how far he jumps, Sir. I bet he squeals. The dragon waited almost with baited breath for his rider to respond, though he already knew the man would do no such thing. R'nya had absolutely no idea how to have fun. That was why he had Xyreith! I would not, were I you. R'nya warned mildly, not even bothering to include the reasoning why Xyreith would regret invading the child's mind - which was exactly what the bronze had currently been planning.
Yes, Sir. The dragon's voice was mellow, almost pouting as he withdrew back to himself and away from where he had been mentally lingering around the child, preparing to spook him. R'nya ignored the beast, focusing on Bordtai with crisp blue eyes. "Ah, yes. That went down quite well." He replied, nodding his thanks to the child and his suggestion. 'Well' was a speculative term, but R'nya believed the game had gone quite well, particularly when he'd started rewarding those that got caught out with laps and push-ups. A lot more effort had gone into the game than, though he would have more issues with the lazy greenrider, B'jin, he was sure.
"They do not, mostly, by the way." R'nya continued, finally answering the question the young weyrbrat had posed so much earlier. "I believe them to be a good manner in which to promote teamwork." And he didn't really care about those that objected to his manner of speaking. The games were working well enough that he felt it was worth putting up with the grumbling and the sour looks. Xyreith had been quizzing the dragons at any rate, and many of those that made a scene about playing the games had been caught out by their dragon admitting that they enjoyed it. R'nya wasn't worried, the wing would get over themselves. It was as much a way to remind them that they were all riders, as much as it was to get them to function as a group. Regardless of the colour of their dragon's hide!
This child is a pansy, Xyreith noted in amusement, watching the fidgeting and flushing child through his rider's eyes, You should say 'Boo!' and see how far he jumps, Sir. I bet he squeals. The dragon waited almost with baited breath for his rider to respond, though he already knew the man would do no such thing. R'nya had absolutely no idea how to have fun. That was why he had Xyreith! I would not, were I you. R'nya warned mildly, not even bothering to include the reasoning why Xyreith would regret invading the child's mind - which was exactly what the bronze had currently been planning.
Yes, Sir. The dragon's voice was mellow, almost pouting as he withdrew back to himself and away from where he had been mentally lingering around the child, preparing to spook him. R'nya ignored the beast, focusing on Bordtai with crisp blue eyes. "Ah, yes. That went down quite well." He replied, nodding his thanks to the child and his suggestion. 'Well' was a speculative term, but R'nya believed the game had gone quite well, particularly when he'd started rewarding those that got caught out with laps and push-ups. A lot more effort had gone into the game than, though he would have more issues with the lazy greenrider, B'jin, he was sure.
"They do not, mostly, by the way." R'nya continued, finally answering the question the young weyrbrat had posed so much earlier. "I believe them to be a good manner in which to promote teamwork." And he didn't really care about those that objected to his manner of speaking. The games were working well enough that he felt it was worth putting up with the grumbling and the sour looks. Xyreith had been quizzing the dragons at any rate, and many of those that made a scene about playing the games had been caught out by their dragon admitting that they enjoyed it. R'nya wasn't worried, the wing would get over themselves. It was as much a way to remind them that they were all riders, as much as it was to get them to function as a group. Regardless of the colour of their dragon's hide!
