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02.Apr.13, 12:12 AM
The bronzerider didn’t so much as twitch as S’kef laid the whip into Ravana, the man’s gaze only shifting to keep a subtle eye on B’run and make sure he wasn’t about to cause issues. When the other man approached the kneeling woman, R’nya’s weight swayed forward, but he did not move. Careful eyes watched, analysing B’run’s body language to make sure he was not about to launch at S’kef. He was not sure that the man was quite that gusty, but given all the events that had lead up to that moment, R’nya was not prepared to risk another Weyrleader’s life by not being alert enough.
R’nya watched expressionlessly as Ravana was escorted back to her dragon, then the man’s gaze shifted back to B’run, watching him carefully. Only after the first three lashes has been laid down upon the other man’s back did R’nya settle into his weight a little. The likelihood of the man bolting was minimal, now he was on his knees and while R’nya kept an eye on him, he did not feel he needed to be ready to pounce upon him at any moment.
Sir, Xyreith’s droll tone wove easily into the bronzerider’s sober mind, and stormy grey eyes shifted to look up at his dragon. An eyebrow twitched slightly, and the mild impression of a ‘yes?’ was given, though no actual thought formed. The woman. The bronze’s dismissive tone was as dry as ever, but still his rider turned slightly to see the greenrider clearly panicking and R’nya’s face shifted slightly; Irritation.
Walking purposefully, R’nya forced himself into the protective bauble that had formed around Ravana by green and bronze dragons, his own hissing menacingly at both dragons and firelizards should they even think about attacking his human. R’nya’s hand reached out, again gripping Ravana by her elbow and forcing her to turn around. While his touch was gentle, it was also firm. “Look at me.” A quiet demand, his tone warmer than the emotionless mask he wore on his face. “Breathe. Deeper, focus, girl. Breathe in… Hold it… release. Again. That’s a girl.”
What was it with women and panic attacks? R’nya continued to guide her, speaking lowly and gently. His other hand rose to gently hold her by the other elbow when he noticed how unsteady she was. Too much adrenaline, too much oxygen; she’d pass out if she didn’t get control of herself soon, and R’nya really didn’t want to be carrying an unconscious woman to the Hall and getting blood all over himself. Dressed in his best, and quite looking forward to making the girls beg him for dances, R’nya was far more anxious to get back to the party.
When the sound of B’run speaking, and the S’kef was talking, R’nya returned his attention to the Weyrleader, allowing Ravana to make her personal space her own once more the bronzerider stepped away from them and the dragons and turned to look at S’kef. He did not think the Weyrleader would require his presence any longer – trouble had been handled, after all – but he still saluted respectfully. “Will that be all, Sir?”
R’nya watched expressionlessly as Ravana was escorted back to her dragon, then the man’s gaze shifted back to B’run, watching him carefully. Only after the first three lashes has been laid down upon the other man’s back did R’nya settle into his weight a little. The likelihood of the man bolting was minimal, now he was on his knees and while R’nya kept an eye on him, he did not feel he needed to be ready to pounce upon him at any moment.
Walking purposefully, R’nya forced himself into the protective bauble that had formed around Ravana by green and bronze dragons, his own hissing menacingly at both dragons and firelizards should they even think about attacking his human. R’nya’s hand reached out, again gripping Ravana by her elbow and forcing her to turn around. While his touch was gentle, it was also firm. “Look at me.” A quiet demand, his tone warmer than the emotionless mask he wore on his face. “Breathe. Deeper, focus, girl. Breathe in… Hold it… release. Again. That’s a girl.”
What was it with women and panic attacks? R’nya continued to guide her, speaking lowly and gently. His other hand rose to gently hold her by the other elbow when he noticed how unsteady she was. Too much adrenaline, too much oxygen; she’d pass out if she didn’t get control of herself soon, and R’nya really didn’t want to be carrying an unconscious woman to the Hall and getting blood all over himself. Dressed in his best, and quite looking forward to making the girls beg him for dances, R’nya was far more anxious to get back to the party.
When the sound of B’run speaking, and the S’kef was talking, R’nya returned his attention to the Weyrleader, allowing Ravana to make her personal space her own once more the bronzerider stepped away from them and the dragons and turned to look at S’kef. He did not think the Weyrleader would require his presence any longer – trouble had been handled, after all – but he still saluted respectfully. “Will that be all, Sir?”
