05.May.13, 09:39 AM
“I should hope not, my lady,” R’nya responded, not missing a beat despite Rhaedalyn’s strangest exclamation. The bronzerider was quite sure he had never heard her utter anything quite as extraordinary as he held her lightly, deeply amused. His eyes sparkled with the emotion, lips quirking just enough at the edges to not be the usual bland line, though the bronzerider was still quite in control of himself enough to not actually lose the battle with his own expressions.
At least until I’shan drew attention to himself, at any rate. Then a disproving frown pulled at R’nya’s eyebrows and he watched the bluerider with barely contained irritation as he strut about, calling attention upon himself with all the exuberant idiocy R’nya recalled from their weyrlinghood. Xyreith’s scathing comment –Hasn’t he died yet? – had the bronzerider cover up a sudden laugh with a cough, fist held before his mouth and dropping his gaze to avoid the laugh being revealed for what it was. It took several coughs before bronzerider had himself under control, and by that time Kahleena was peering up at him anxiously.
Patting the girl’s hand where it was wrapped around his upper arm, just above the elbow, R’nya nodded slightly – yes, he was quite fine, thank you! – and quietly began walking toward where Rhaedalyn was now feeding Aradissicath. Somehow, he had managed to hear the youngster’s name in amongst all the fuss of not laughing outright in front of a crowd of already emotionally hyped people.They’d probably all send their dragons between in shock. You should laugh in front of that fool. Only turns of practice kept the bronzerider from another coughing fit.
“She is a beauty,” R’nya said gently to Rhaedalyn, regally ignoring I’shan as he normally did, and doing his best to ignore the constant and snide comments Xyreith was filling his brain with; so long as he didn’t say one by accident, then no one need know! Stormy blue eyes sparkled as he watched her, before flicking an irritated, dismissive look at I’shan. “Perhaps the young queen should feed before being pawed at, bluerider.” Xyreith crowed at the emphasis of rank, though R’nya was not entirely aware of the dismissal he threw out; he had never grown past his childhood disdain for the other rider, and probably never would. Their lack of interaction, however, would likely have his attitude appear uncalled for, at least to the girls, though not completely out of character. After all, he treated most men around them just as dismissively.
At least until I’shan drew attention to himself, at any rate. Then a disproving frown pulled at R’nya’s eyebrows and he watched the bluerider with barely contained irritation as he strut about, calling attention upon himself with all the exuberant idiocy R’nya recalled from their weyrlinghood. Xyreith’s scathing comment –
Patting the girl’s hand where it was wrapped around his upper arm, just above the elbow, R’nya nodded slightly – yes, he was quite fine, thank you! – and quietly began walking toward where Rhaedalyn was now feeding Aradissicath. Somehow, he had managed to hear the youngster’s name in amongst all the fuss of not laughing outright in front of a crowd of already emotionally hyped people.
“She is a beauty,” R’nya said gently to Rhaedalyn, regally ignoring I’shan as he normally did, and doing his best to ignore the constant and snide comments Xyreith was filling his brain with; so long as he didn’t say one by accident, then no one need know! Stormy blue eyes sparkled as he watched her, before flicking an irritated, dismissive look at I’shan. “Perhaps the young queen should feed before being pawed at, bluerider.” Xyreith crowed at the emphasis of rank, though R’nya was not entirely aware of the dismissal he threw out; he had never grown past his childhood disdain for the other rider, and probably never would. Their lack of interaction, however, would likely have his attitude appear uncalled for, at least to the girls, though not completely out of character. After all, he treated most men around them just as dismissively.