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10.Jul.13, 07:15 AM
Ameris’ comment took several quiet moments to process, and R’nya’s eyebrows slowly inched up his forehead as he shifted his head slightly, peering up at the girl with widened blue eyes. “Does he now?” the mellow tone, the bland expression, and the way he was still lying on the ground as if without a care in the world all gave off little more than mild interest. Inside, and hidden where it wouldn’t be seen, R’nya was deeply amused. Children were amazing little things, and the ideas they came up with were usually spectacular in their innocence.
“What does she think of this?” That time, hints of amusement whispered around the edge of his words, and R’nya folded his hands over his stomach, fingers entwined, and gaze shifting to stare up at the sky, patched with clouds. Kahleena was oddly twitchy around young children, and R’nya had watched her pull all kinds of excuses out of thin air to avoid holding an infant, before turning a longing eye on it when the mother’s back was turned. He had not managed to urge the story out of the girl yet, and careful questions of Rhaedalyn indicated the other girl did not know. If they did not, R’nya was quite sure no one else did.
He didn’t think it was the girl simply missing children of her own – he’d seen the stretch marks on her stomach when he’d pulled her from the bathtub when Okalinath took to the skies for her maiden flight – since the girl was willing enough to speak about her husband when nudged in that direction. Why speak of one’s husband, but not one’s children, unless one no longer had them?Why indeed? Xyreith’s bronze head rose above the surface of the water, breathing out deeply and spraying water across the surface. R’nya ignored him regally.
“Children are wonderful little minions.” The bronzerider spoke mildly, reaching out to tug the back of Ameris’ top lightly in an invitation to lay with him. “They come up with the most interesting games.” He peered at her sideways. “Have you ever looked for shapes in the clouds?” Folding his hands over his stomach once more, R’nya’s attention shifted back to the sky, blue eyes searching lazily. He enjoyed the simple game, usually played with Rhaedalyn who was more relaxed about relaxing and less inclined to get fidgety from lack of running around. “That one is a jug of water, spilling.” He pointed lazily in the direction of a cloud, shaped vaguely like a tipping jug.
“What does she think of this?” That time, hints of amusement whispered around the edge of his words, and R’nya folded his hands over his stomach, fingers entwined, and gaze shifting to stare up at the sky, patched with clouds. Kahleena was oddly twitchy around young children, and R’nya had watched her pull all kinds of excuses out of thin air to avoid holding an infant, before turning a longing eye on it when the mother’s back was turned. He had not managed to urge the story out of the girl yet, and careful questions of Rhaedalyn indicated the other girl did not know. If they did not, R’nya was quite sure no one else did.
He didn’t think it was the girl simply missing children of her own – he’d seen the stretch marks on her stomach when he’d pulled her from the bathtub when Okalinath took to the skies for her maiden flight – since the girl was willing enough to speak about her husband when nudged in that direction. Why speak of one’s husband, but not one’s children, unless one no longer had them?
“Children are wonderful little minions.” The bronzerider spoke mildly, reaching out to tug the back of Ameris’ top lightly in an invitation to lay with him. “They come up with the most interesting games.” He peered at her sideways. “Have you ever looked for shapes in the clouds?” Folding his hands over his stomach once more, R’nya’s attention shifted back to the sky, blue eyes searching lazily. He enjoyed the simple game, usually played with Rhaedalyn who was more relaxed about relaxing and less inclined to get fidgety from lack of running around. “That one is a jug of water, spilling.” He pointed lazily in the direction of a cloud, shaped vaguely like a tipping jug.
