21.Jul.13, 11:01 PM
Her eyes twinkled with merriment as she watched the man beside her grimace with distaste. It was a fine trick Xyreith had played and she wasn't bothered in the least by it. It was rather warm out and the impromptu shower had cooled her some what, though her clothing was drying rapidly in the heat. Her head cocked at his words. "And what kind of moods, exactly, does a man like you have?" she asked curious. She didn't know much about R'nya other than that he was the champion of the gold candidates, a bronzerider and as closed mouth about himself as a clam. She'd always been incredibly curious about R'nya the man, maybe she could wheedle a story from him.
She was a touch surprised when he reached out and scooped Mud into his arms, the action rather unexpected and she wondered for a moment if the firelizard would squawk and create a ruckus. But the little firelizard did nothing to dissuade R'nya from picking him up. In fact the brown cooed and crooned as he cuddled into the warm lap of the man. He wasn't above cuddling with another and the brown nearly purred with the pets he was receiving. Ameris shook her head at the antics of the firelizard. Definitely a cuddle whore, that one.
"Do you now?" she said in response with a light chuckle at his twitching eye brows. Who would have thought it possible? Amusement and mischief all in one day! Her eyes canted sideways at the snort from Xyreith. Clearly the dragon did not agree with his rider in that statement and it was amusing. She grinned and shook her head as the dragon sent more droplets flying with one last flick of his wing before flopping in the sunshine.
Her face quickly sobered at the quietly spoken words. If she didn't, who would? Would her father risk taking his anger and frustrations out on another? She couldn't risk it. She couldn't risk that her father would do something unforgivable. She could forgive him his angry outbursts, the bruises and the irrationality of it all, but she could never forgive him if he took it all out on someone unable to take the brunt of it. No. She would continue to deal with it, hide it away and pretend it didn't happen.
Her hand reached up of its own accord to gently trace the tender skin of her bruised jaw. She was lucky nothing had broken the day of the touching. The need to go to the healer would've made everything worse. Different. It would've made it something that she would be unable to hide, with too many delicate and touching questions from the various healers about. "Its nothing, R'nya. I can handle it," she said though she didn't truly believe a word she uttered, "Truly. It's no big deal."
She was a touch surprised when he reached out and scooped Mud into his arms, the action rather unexpected and she wondered for a moment if the firelizard would squawk and create a ruckus. But the little firelizard did nothing to dissuade R'nya from picking him up. In fact the brown cooed and crooned as he cuddled into the warm lap of the man. He wasn't above cuddling with another and the brown nearly purred with the pets he was receiving. Ameris shook her head at the antics of the firelizard. Definitely a cuddle whore, that one.
"Do you now?" she said in response with a light chuckle at his twitching eye brows. Who would have thought it possible? Amusement and mischief all in one day! Her eyes canted sideways at the snort from Xyreith. Clearly the dragon did not agree with his rider in that statement and it was amusing. She grinned and shook her head as the dragon sent more droplets flying with one last flick of his wing before flopping in the sunshine.
Her face quickly sobered at the quietly spoken words. If she didn't, who would? Would her father risk taking his anger and frustrations out on another? She couldn't risk it. She couldn't risk that her father would do something unforgivable. She could forgive him his angry outbursts, the bruises and the irrationality of it all, but she could never forgive him if he took it all out on someone unable to take the brunt of it. No. She would continue to deal with it, hide it away and pretend it didn't happen.
Her hand reached up of its own accord to gently trace the tender skin of her bruised jaw. She was lucky nothing had broken the day of the touching. The need to go to the healer would've made everything worse. Different. It would've made it something that she would be unable to hide, with too many delicate and touching questions from the various healers about. "Its nothing, R'nya. I can handle it," she said though she didn't truly believe a word she uttered, "Truly. It's no big deal."