30.Jan.16, 02:25 AM
R’nya was listening, but he was also busy playing tenderly with strands of Rhaedalyn’s hair, brushing them off her face and twirling strands between his fingers before letting it fall to join the rest, only to claim another strand and do it all over again. “Of course,” R’nya smiled slightly, pale eyes amused. “Tales of dashing and daring can wait a few more years!” He was interested to know what type of stories Rhaedalyn didn’t consider happy and fun, and why she would be dwelling in such imaginings. It didn’t sit well with him, especially when the situation with that damned bluerider implied less cheerful stories. Not that now was any time to be worrying about the past.
“I would like that,” R’nya replied, shifting himself to be more comfortable, stuffing the pillows up against the head of the bed, he leaned back against them after wriggling into a slouched sitting position. His light blue gaze watched Rhaedalyn appreciatively as he waited for her to make herself comfortable for the story telling session.
“I would like that,” R’nya replied, shifting himself to be more comfortable, stuffing the pillows up against the head of the bed, he leaned back against them after wriggling into a slouched sitting position. His light blue gaze watched Rhaedalyn appreciatively as he waited for her to make herself comfortable for the story telling session.