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28.Jun.13, 09:42 AM
R’nya’s hands trailed down the door, to flop into his lap; the man’s head remained pressed against the cool wood of the door as he stared at the back of his eyelids. There was a snowstorm of the past fluttering there, biting and bitter. R’nya shuddered, and slowly raised his head, oblivious. The bronzerider yelped in terror when Rhaedalyn reached out to him, viciously startled by her apparently sudden appearance. One hand clutching his chest, R’nya’s eyes were quite wide as he took a deep breath, calming himself rapidly and reaching out to Rhaedalyn, worried more about how she was reacting to his surprise than his own response to her presence.
“Oh! Rhaedalyn! Sorry!” Babbling worriedly, R’nya rocked forward onto his knees, reaching out to wrap the girl up in a reassuring hug, squeezing tight for a moment before letting her go. Lowering back to sit on his knees, one hand subtly fixed the front of his pants, forgetting for a moment that he had managed to end up with broken ties. At least they were still up where they were meant to be, and not around his ankles! While R’nya himself didn’t have any particular qualms about being seen naked, he had gone out of his way the past several turns to make the girls feel comfortable around him, and that mostly included an air of modesty R’nya didn’t actually have.
It was not a new habit, by any means; but that, too, brought up a wave of memories and R’nya wilted a little where he was sitting. “Nothing is wrong,” R’nya replied, well and truly belated to the girl’s question. “I am sorry I startled you, my dear.” Reaching out gently with the hand not preoccupied making sure his pants were not displaced, R’nya brushed his curled pointer-finger under Rhaedalyn’s chin, encouraging the girl to look at him properly. She seemed to be looking everywhere except!You’re practically naked, remember? The bronze dragon’s tones carried airs of exactly how idiotic his rider was being at that moment.
“Oh!” R’nya, still befuddled from flight induced everything, blinked comically at Rhaedalyn and then rapidly stood up, pausing a moment to help the young woman to her feet. The hand holding his pants up more notable now, and then flashed her an expression of amused apology as he reclaimed his hand from her own and opened the bedroom door, mumbling that he’d be right back as he went through the frame. He did not bother to flick the door closed, the thought that Rhaedalyn might take the opportunity peek never occurring to him; she was such a proper young lady!
Meandering across the room, R’nya grabbed a shirt from the chest at the end of his bed. Loosening the grip on his pants to tug the top over his head, and then step into the comfortable cotton pants he wore to bed (another habit inspired by the modesty of his girls; he could still vividly recall the first time one of them had come barging in on him!). Tying the laces lazily, R’nya wandered back out of his room. Tilting his head back up, R’nya blinked, startled, and then frowned.
“Rhaedalyn?” Where had she gone? Slightly worried he had imagined it all, it took the light sound of movement in the kitchen to redirect the bronzerider, and he peered in cautiously, still wary of having imagined everything, and spotted the girl there. The food was an added surprise, and R’nya watched quietly for a few moments, before stepping into the room. “You need not have done that, my dear.” The warmth in his voice belied his appreciation for the thoughtfulness of the girl, but his belief that it was unneeded was also apparent.
“Oh! Rhaedalyn! Sorry!” Babbling worriedly, R’nya rocked forward onto his knees, reaching out to wrap the girl up in a reassuring hug, squeezing tight for a moment before letting her go. Lowering back to sit on his knees, one hand subtly fixed the front of his pants, forgetting for a moment that he had managed to end up with broken ties. At least they were still up where they were meant to be, and not around his ankles! While R’nya himself didn’t have any particular qualms about being seen naked, he had gone out of his way the past several turns to make the girls feel comfortable around him, and that mostly included an air of modesty R’nya didn’t actually have.
It was not a new habit, by any means; but that, too, brought up a wave of memories and R’nya wilted a little where he was sitting. “Nothing is wrong,” R’nya replied, well and truly belated to the girl’s question. “I am sorry I startled you, my dear.” Reaching out gently with the hand not preoccupied making sure his pants were not displaced, R’nya brushed his curled pointer-finger under Rhaedalyn’s chin, encouraging the girl to look at him properly. She seemed to be looking everywhere except!
“Oh!” R’nya, still befuddled from flight induced everything, blinked comically at Rhaedalyn and then rapidly stood up, pausing a moment to help the young woman to her feet. The hand holding his pants up more notable now, and then flashed her an expression of amused apology as he reclaimed his hand from her own and opened the bedroom door, mumbling that he’d be right back as he went through the frame. He did not bother to flick the door closed, the thought that Rhaedalyn might take the opportunity peek never occurring to him; she was such a proper young lady!
Meandering across the room, R’nya grabbed a shirt from the chest at the end of his bed. Loosening the grip on his pants to tug the top over his head, and then step into the comfortable cotton pants he wore to bed (another habit inspired by the modesty of his girls; he could still vividly recall the first time one of them had come barging in on him!). Tying the laces lazily, R’nya wandered back out of his room. Tilting his head back up, R’nya blinked, startled, and then frowned.
“Rhaedalyn?” Where had she gone? Slightly worried he had imagined it all, it took the light sound of movement in the kitchen to redirect the bronzerider, and he peered in cautiously, still wary of having imagined everything, and spotted the girl there. The food was an added surprise, and R’nya watched quietly for a few moments, before stepping into the room. “You need not have done that, my dear.” The warmth in his voice belied his appreciation for the thoughtfulness of the girl, but his belief that it was unneeded was also apparent.
