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15.Aug.13, 09:57 AM
"Rhaedalyn!" R'nya's voice was soft, but startled as he held up a single hand in a placid acting gesture, eyes slightly wide as the girl took off on a tangent, her words spilling free almost too fast for him to piece together. Reaching out lightly, he brushed back some of the again sticking to her cheek with a gentle touch, before withdrawing and lowering his hand. "Relax, dear. Please." The girl was more than a handful at the best of times, but R'nya was still waking up and while he could sort out what was going on, it would be easier if she'd just breathe and save him the effort.
"You did not ruin anything, my lady. I promise." There was a hint of a smile there, and he shook his head slightly. He had had no reason to worry about being up early at any rate, and while he would certainly have found tasks to keep him occupied for the expanse of hours he had ended up sleeping through, R'nya also knew that not doing anything in them was no huge issue. While Xyreith rarely gave chase, he did manage to completely screw up R'nya's ups and downs and rights and lefts in the hours that followed when he did feel like winning. As a result, iI was unlikely that the young lady had taken note of his post-flight attitude before; R'nya usually spent it locked away in his hut or the bathing houses at any rate. Unfortunately for Rhaedalyn, R'nya had no desire to tell her that last night was how he usually responded to flights.
The bronzerider puffed out a purposefully comical sigh at Rhaedalyn's insistence on washing his bedding, the man giving her a droll, flat look for several moments. "There is no need; I will take care of it. And forget about the windows, dear. Getting upset will not change the events." The twinge of guilt she had evicted with her comment was, thankfully, well hidden. R'nya was many things, bu the had no desire to upset the girl by letting her know he'd had a moment of deep irritation at her thoughtlessness with leaving the windows open.
Standing up, R'nya folded his hands together behind his back, and nodded at Rhaedalyn. "I will let you dress." Blue eyes studied her face for a few moments, before R'nya turned on his heel and made his way out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him and meandering to the kitchen. The girl would need to leave soon, for while her weyrling master knew she was fine and well, he would still need to check over Aradissicath and make sure she was fine and Rhaedalyn undoubtedly had actual chores she was supposed to be doing. The bronzerider poured the girl a small glass of juice, and made his way back to lean lazily against the kitchen doorway, holding the glass lightly in one hand for the girl.
I want to go swimming. the dragon's voice interrupted R'nya's thoughts without apology. We're going swimming. He added, standing up lazily and stretching out, motions particularly feline as he yawned, then snorted with a shake of his head. Aradissicath was glanced at, but not spoken to as Xyreith shook himself out.
"You did not ruin anything, my lady. I promise." There was a hint of a smile there, and he shook his head slightly. He had had no reason to worry about being up early at any rate, and while he would certainly have found tasks to keep him occupied for the expanse of hours he had ended up sleeping through, R'nya also knew that not doing anything in them was no huge issue. While Xyreith rarely gave chase, he did manage to completely screw up R'nya's ups and downs and rights and lefts in the hours that followed when he did feel like winning. As a result, iI was unlikely that the young lady had taken note of his post-flight attitude before; R'nya usually spent it locked away in his hut or the bathing houses at any rate. Unfortunately for Rhaedalyn, R'nya had no desire to tell her that last night was how he usually responded to flights.
The bronzerider puffed out a purposefully comical sigh at Rhaedalyn's insistence on washing his bedding, the man giving her a droll, flat look for several moments. "There is no need; I will take care of it. And forget about the windows, dear. Getting upset will not change the events." The twinge of guilt she had evicted with her comment was, thankfully, well hidden. R'nya was many things, bu the had no desire to upset the girl by letting her know he'd had a moment of deep irritation at her thoughtlessness with leaving the windows open.
Standing up, R'nya folded his hands together behind his back, and nodded at Rhaedalyn. "I will let you dress." Blue eyes studied her face for a few moments, before R'nya turned on his heel and made his way out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him and meandering to the kitchen. The girl would need to leave soon, for while her weyrling master knew she was fine and well, he would still need to check over Aradissicath and make sure she was fine and Rhaedalyn undoubtedly had actual chores she was supposed to be doing. The bronzerider poured the girl a small glass of juice, and made his way back to lean lazily against the kitchen doorway, holding the glass lightly in one hand for the girl.
