24.Jun.13, 08:46 PM
He had stood back, silent and watching, when he’d first seen the colours painted on her face. He had lifted an eyebrow, and waited, only to have his gaze avoided and no answer forthcoming. Dragons were gossips, and Xyreith was good at listening, as good as his people-watching rider, and while he didn’t know the details, R’nya knew enough. It wasn’t his place, though, particularly not without invitation from the young woman. R’nya would protect them from the sun itself, but there was a line when family was involved.
Despite that, R’nya waited, hoping the girl would opt to open up to him – they all did, eventually – but the longer he waited, the more tight-lipped the girl appeared to become. A narrow eyed stare at the man he knew was responsible had elicited no further answers. With a frown, R’nya had, to all intents and purposes, chosen that moment to give up. Clearly, he was not going to receive the answers he wanted, and publically pushing the girl for a response was likely to do no more than provoke her father once again. R’nya had turned on his heel and walked off, ignoring the way several of the other girls exchanged glances.
Biding his time, R’nya had gone about his days as per usual, though he took particular pains to be sure not to look at or treat Ameris any different than he would have on any other day, waiting for the young woman to stop looking as if she expected the nine million questions he really did want an answer to. Waiting for her to relax, waiting for an opportunity to present itself. When it came, the bronzerider was ready.
He approached quietly, some early blooming summer fruit in hand, watching Ameris with a steady expression. Her quiet comment to the firelizard was taken with a slight twitch of one eyebrow, and R’nya carefully lowered himself to the ground beside the woman. He was somewhat surprised she didn’t notice him until he was there, but made no comment on it as he placed a piece of fruit in her lap, and a gentle hand on one shoulder. “Stay.” It wasn’t an invitation, but the voice that gave the word life was a far cry from mean. Pale eyes shifted to study Ameris’ face, and his hand shifted, touch brushing just barely above the colour on her jaw. It hovered there for a few moments, before R’nya retracted his hand.
“Talk to me.”
Despite that, R’nya waited, hoping the girl would opt to open up to him – they all did, eventually – but the longer he waited, the more tight-lipped the girl appeared to become. A narrow eyed stare at the man he knew was responsible had elicited no further answers. With a frown, R’nya had, to all intents and purposes, chosen that moment to give up. Clearly, he was not going to receive the answers he wanted, and publically pushing the girl for a response was likely to do no more than provoke her father once again. R’nya had turned on his heel and walked off, ignoring the way several of the other girls exchanged glances.
Biding his time, R’nya had gone about his days as per usual, though he took particular pains to be sure not to look at or treat Ameris any different than he would have on any other day, waiting for the young woman to stop looking as if she expected the nine million questions he really did want an answer to. Waiting for her to relax, waiting for an opportunity to present itself. When it came, the bronzerider was ready.
He approached quietly, some early blooming summer fruit in hand, watching Ameris with a steady expression. Her quiet comment to the firelizard was taken with a slight twitch of one eyebrow, and R’nya carefully lowered himself to the ground beside the woman. He was somewhat surprised she didn’t notice him until he was there, but made no comment on it as he placed a piece of fruit in her lap, and a gentle hand on one shoulder. “Stay.” It wasn’t an invitation, but the voice that gave the word life was a far cry from mean. Pale eyes shifted to study Ameris’ face, and his hand shifted, touch brushing just barely above the colour on her jaw. It hovered there for a few moments, before R’nya retracted his hand.
“Talk to me.”