05.Jul.13, 10:55 PM
Her face flushed at his question. She had been childish and rude during that touching and the memory embarrassed her. She had pouted and whined - mentally to be sure but whining all the same - and hurt the feelings of the tiny hatchling that resided in the egg she had touched. "I was pouting," she muttered quietly hoping he didn't hear the words that were spoken. It had not been a proud moment for her, pouting to rival Rislan. She rarely bucked against the rules but she never could understand why all the girls couldn't touch which ever egg they wanted especially since a touching had no baring on impression.
Her head tilted back as his hands tugged and twisted at her hair. Was he braiding the mass? She'd never had a man braid her hair before and the sensation was a little unnerving. It did bring back childhood memories of her mother though and she was grateful when the calm, stolid bronzerider seated behind her brought them forth. She chuckled quietly when he unraveled the mess to begin finger combing it once more, "Not as easy as it seems is it?"
She'd never considered speaking to the other girls about their touching to be honest. Always she was demanded to come straight home and speak to no one only A'mad. Every year she'd stood it had been much the same. What had she felt? Did the dragonet speak to her? How did the other girls react? This time, though, was the first to end with her bruised and injured. She was certain her father had been drinking heavily and was having a horrid time of it. She should've lied better.
A grin lit her face at the amusement that R'nya's voice held, she couldn't remember a time when she'd heard such a thing in his voice. The grin didn't last long as her face quickly fell, a frown turning the corners of her lips down. "No. I've never spoken to the other girls. I don't really speak to many of them," she said as she raised her knees to wrap her arms around them. She couldn't make friends. Didn't seem to have that ability. She wasn't sweet and innocent like Rhaedalyn and Kahleena. She wasn't sturdy and firm like Peorray or gentle and kind like Jisralna. She was just a broken little girl hiding behind a mask. She sighed as Mud crooned softly at her side.
Her head tilted back as his hands tugged and twisted at her hair. Was he braiding the mass? She'd never had a man braid her hair before and the sensation was a little unnerving. It did bring back childhood memories of her mother though and she was grateful when the calm, stolid bronzerider seated behind her brought them forth. She chuckled quietly when he unraveled the mess to begin finger combing it once more, "Not as easy as it seems is it?"
She'd never considered speaking to the other girls about their touching to be honest. Always she was demanded to come straight home and speak to no one only A'mad. Every year she'd stood it had been much the same. What had she felt? Did the dragonet speak to her? How did the other girls react? This time, though, was the first to end with her bruised and injured. She was certain her father had been drinking heavily and was having a horrid time of it. She should've lied better.
A grin lit her face at the amusement that R'nya's voice held, she couldn't remember a time when she'd heard such a thing in his voice. The grin didn't last long as her face quickly fell, a frown turning the corners of her lips down. "No. I've never spoken to the other girls. I don't really speak to many of them," she said as she raised her knees to wrap her arms around them. She couldn't make friends. Didn't seem to have that ability. She wasn't sweet and innocent like Rhaedalyn and Kahleena. She wasn't sturdy and firm like Peorray or gentle and kind like Jisralna. She was just a broken little girl hiding behind a mask. She sighed as Mud crooned softly at her side.