16.Jul.13, 07:17 PM
R'nya frowned, gaze flickering to glance at Ameris before returning to the sky. "I was a child." He stated it quietly, but firmly. "It matters not." And really, it didn't. Not to R'nya, and not to Xyreith and it had been followed by so much death it was better not to wallow in what might have been or could have or even should have been. What he felt before impression was not worth worrying about. He had Xyreith, they were alive and well, and that was all that mattered.
He changed the subject, slightly alarmed by how her innocent question had affected him.
"Did you take Mud to a healer?" The little thing certainly looked as if he'd been taken care of, and while R'nya knew there wasn't much a healer could do for a dragon (or their tiny cousin), it was better than losing the little tyke because of some internal damage she wasn't aware of. R'nya frowned when that, too, brought up spikes of the past, and the bronzerider say up fluidly, running his temples with one hand. Damn it.
Xyreith's head angled towards the pair, usual grumpy gaze fixing on the two humans silently as he weighed up the situation before climbing out of the water and walking towards them, dripping water in waterfalls. He stopped a few feet from them - far enough that Ameris wouldn't be girlishly afraid he'd step on her (girls were useless creatures; why R'nya bothered with them Xyreith couldn't figure out) - and the bronze stared down at them as R'nya stared back up, the bronzerider lifting one hand and mouth opening to say something.
He was too late, and Xyreith planted his feet firmly, half extended his wings, and shook a rainfalls worth of water over them both.
*phone.
He changed the subject, slightly alarmed by how her innocent question had affected him.
"Did you take Mud to a healer?" The little thing certainly looked as if he'd been taken care of, and while R'nya knew there wasn't much a healer could do for a dragon (or their tiny cousin), it was better than losing the little tyke because of some internal damage she wasn't aware of. R'nya frowned when that, too, brought up spikes of the past, and the bronzerider say up fluidly, running his temples with one hand. Damn it.
Xyreith's head angled towards the pair, usual grumpy gaze fixing on the two humans silently as he weighed up the situation before climbing out of the water and walking towards them, dripping water in waterfalls. He stopped a few feet from them - far enough that Ameris wouldn't be girlishly afraid he'd step on her (girls were useless creatures; why R'nya bothered with them Xyreith couldn't figure out) - and the bronze stared down at them as R'nya stared back up, the bronzerider lifting one hand and mouth opening to say something.
He was too late, and Xyreith planted his feet firmly, half extended his wings, and shook a rainfalls worth of water over them both.
*phone.