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10.Jul.13, 11:52 PM
She shrugged with a grin on her face, "I'm not sure she even knows. I pretty positive Rislan hasn't even met Kahleena. He just decided one day she was going to be his wife and there was no deterring him." Her son was a hellion and so independent that she often shook her head at his antics. If he wasn't bossing around riders, he was running amuck in the creche. Not that the creche workers put a stop to it nor did most of the riders. The boy was spoiled in every sense of the word.
Minions. The word brought another laugh from her. Children were certainly minions. "Indeed," she replied between chuckles, as he tugged at the back of her shirt. She couldn't bring herself to lay flat out beside him, so instead she leaned back until her upper body was supported with her elbows.
A game? He wished to play a game? The more she spoke with him the more he surprised her. He was to much of a proper sir for Ameris to ever imagine R'nya to be content to finding shapes within the clouds. But here he was, wishing to do just that. "I did when I was a child. Before things.. Well you know.." she trailed off.
She tilted her head back, hair trailing in the sand as she scanned the clouds for a simple image. It had been years since she had played such a simple game. Things had gotten to heated when she was a child with the plague, the loss of her mother and by extension her father. Now she just didn't have the time for such things. "There!" she said pointing at the rough shape of a runner, "A runner." She looked sideways at him in consideration. "Do you often plays games like this?"
Minions. The word brought another laugh from her. Children were certainly minions. "Indeed," she replied between chuckles, as he tugged at the back of her shirt. She couldn't bring herself to lay flat out beside him, so instead she leaned back until her upper body was supported with her elbows.
A game? He wished to play a game? The more she spoke with him the more he surprised her. He was to much of a proper sir for Ameris to ever imagine R'nya to be content to finding shapes within the clouds. But here he was, wishing to do just that. "I did when I was a child. Before things.. Well you know.." she trailed off.
She tilted her head back, hair trailing in the sand as she scanned the clouds for a simple image. It had been years since she had played such a simple game. Things had gotten to heated when she was a child with the plague, the loss of her mother and by extension her father. Now she just didn't have the time for such things. "There!" she said pointing at the rough shape of a runner, "A runner." She looked sideways at him in consideration. "Do you often plays games like this?"
