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29.Mar.13, 11:15 AM
An eyebrow inched up at Rhaedalyn’s first attempt to speak, indicating he was listening and waiting to hear what she had to say. When she repeated the same letter, that single word, R’nya’s eyebrow slid further up. He was using every inch of his usually easily-obtained patience not to demand to know what she was so worked up about and R’nya startled visibly when Rhaedalyn toppled to the floor. What in the sweet name of Faranth had the girl so worked up?!
Xyreith’s constant rolling levels of amusement did little to sooth the grumpy, sleepy bronzerider who was looking forward to a good night’s sleep and was now quite convinced he’d be lucky to get any sleep at all. Why did the girls have to be so demanding of his time? It was sleeping time! He wanted to sleep – and couldn’t stop the dry, childish quip of “obviously” before it had slipped by his lips. It was only after he had spoken the word that R’nya saw how close Rhaedalyn was to tears, and the man frowned visibly, convinced he’d just brought the girl from anxious to distraught with one word. Wonderful. Now he really wouldn’t get to sleep!
The revelation of a firelizard egg was not what R’nya had been expecting, in the slightest, and he stared down at it with a slightly unfocused look for a moment before shifting his tired, irritated, eyes to look at Rhaedalyn’s distraught features. “Rhaedalyn.” The name was spoken on a huffing sigh, and R’nya pushed himself off the couch to sit with only some grace on the floor near the girl. One elbow claimed the table, and he rubbed his face with the other hand. “Silly girl, firelizards do just fine on their own.” Only that wasn’t the right answer – he could tell by the way Xyreith was just about doing cartwheels of glee through the back of his mind, wetting himself laughing the entire time. The deep rumbles coming from outside were hardly subtle.
“You can’t steal what has been put aside,” he added after a moment, trying vainly to fix things while fighting fatigue and wondering how he was supposed to fix the girl’s overactive imagination. She’d clearly decided she was a terrible person even though she was also convinced she’d acted in the best possible manner the situation had to offer. “You should not wrap it in a wet towel,” R’nya murmured suddenly and completely out of the blue. He struggled to his feet and made his way with calm, clear steps to the kitchen.
A moment later, the bronzerider came walking back, looking slightly more alive after subtly washing his face while in the kitchen. A pot was in his hands, small and made of thick ceramic. It would hold as many as three of the small firelizard eggs, but was not so roomy that a single one would become lost in it. He rubbed his temple slightly when he realised he had nothing to put in it. Putting the pot down on the table beside the girl, R’nya strode to the door and opened it. “Go get some sand… Just do it… No, now…” shaking his head, R’nya crossed his arms over his chest before stepping outside a moment later when Xyreith reappeared with his paws cupped together and holding enough sand for at least six of the mugs.
R’nya scooped some into his own hands, then directed Xyreith to drop the rest beside the door, not in the way, and nodded when his dragon did as requested. R’nya slipped back inside, and dumped his handful of sand into the little pot, getting not some small amount on the table and the floor, then brushed his hands together. “Put it in that, Rhae,” he didn’t even notice the rather dramatic slip up as he went to put some water on to boil. How hard was the egg? Was he going to be stuck housing it for the girl? He’d be damned fi he wanted to impress the creature within it.
“Want Klah?”
Xyreith’s constant rolling levels of amusement did little to sooth the grumpy, sleepy bronzerider who was looking forward to a good night’s sleep and was now quite convinced he’d be lucky to get any sleep at all. Why did the girls have to be so demanding of his time? It was sleeping time! He wanted to sleep – and couldn’t stop the dry, childish quip of “obviously” before it had slipped by his lips. It was only after he had spoken the word that R’nya saw how close Rhaedalyn was to tears, and the man frowned visibly, convinced he’d just brought the girl from anxious to distraught with one word. Wonderful. Now he really wouldn’t get to sleep!
The revelation of a firelizard egg was not what R’nya had been expecting, in the slightest, and he stared down at it with a slightly unfocused look for a moment before shifting his tired, irritated, eyes to look at Rhaedalyn’s distraught features. “Rhaedalyn.” The name was spoken on a huffing sigh, and R’nya pushed himself off the couch to sit with only some grace on the floor near the girl. One elbow claimed the table, and he rubbed his face with the other hand. “Silly girl, firelizards do just fine on their own.” Only that wasn’t the right answer – he could tell by the way Xyreith was just about doing cartwheels of glee through the back of his mind, wetting himself laughing the entire time. The deep rumbles coming from outside were hardly subtle.
“You can’t steal what has been put aside,” he added after a moment, trying vainly to fix things while fighting fatigue and wondering how he was supposed to fix the girl’s overactive imagination. She’d clearly decided she was a terrible person even though she was also convinced she’d acted in the best possible manner the situation had to offer. “You should not wrap it in a wet towel,” R’nya murmured suddenly and completely out of the blue. He struggled to his feet and made his way with calm, clear steps to the kitchen.
A moment later, the bronzerider came walking back, looking slightly more alive after subtly washing his face while in the kitchen. A pot was in his hands, small and made of thick ceramic. It would hold as many as three of the small firelizard eggs, but was not so roomy that a single one would become lost in it. He rubbed his temple slightly when he realised he had nothing to put in it. Putting the pot down on the table beside the girl, R’nya strode to the door and opened it. “Go get some sand… Just do it… No, now…” shaking his head, R’nya crossed his arms over his chest before stepping outside a moment later when Xyreith reappeared with his paws cupped together and holding enough sand for at least six of the mugs.
R’nya scooped some into his own hands, then directed Xyreith to drop the rest beside the door, not in the way, and nodded when his dragon did as requested. R’nya slipped back inside, and dumped his handful of sand into the little pot, getting not some small amount on the table and the floor, then brushed his hands together. “Put it in that, Rhae,” he didn’t even notice the rather dramatic slip up as he went to put some water on to boil. How hard was the egg? Was he going to be stuck housing it for the girl? He’d be damned fi he wanted to impress the creature within it.
“Want Klah?”
