FIRE CANNOT KILL A DRAGONThe oasis had become a favored haunt of Rhaenys recently. The water was both invigorating and rejuvenating, she'd found it was great for sore legs after a morning gallop through the sandy dunes. And there was one thing she had made perfectly clear from the beginning, she did not wish to be interrupted or bothered during her oasis time. She was begrudgingly accepting of being watched at all times, especially after the light scolding she had received from her mother for eavesdropping. In fact she hadn't even listened in on Nyimara's conversation with Evrain, that was growth as far as the princess was concerned.
The dismay at being found is clear on her face as he reaches in for an exchange of breath. Rhaenys doesn't push him away or snap her teeth, but she doesn't reach forward. She makes him reach all the way to her for it he was so inclined. Her dark ears flip back against the soft curls of silvery hair that has begun to cascade down her neck. Another thing she had been unprepared for in the heat of the desert. Her hair was light and pale in color, a relief most days, but on the hottest it made the sides of her neck far too warm.
"Salem plays tricks on those who are ill-prepared for her," her eyes belay the indifference in her voice, their is playful challenge that dances behind her dark eyes. He inclines his head and she desperately wishes to roll her eyes and turn away but propriety demands she not only stay, but also return the gesture. The last thing she needed was for Nyimara's wrath to fall upon her. She'd seen her mother's ire and the last thing she wanted was to be on the receiving end. She found his statement curious however. That is not who Rhaenys had heard was wearing the crown of hills.
She bow her own had, looking up at him through her lashes as she does. Her eyes narrow slightly as she raises her head back up. "Funny," she muses, using his own words. "This doesn't look like the Hills." Her dismission of him is obvious as she turns away, flicking her tail at him as she passes by. She moves, slinking not unlike a stalking panther, to the edge of the oasis where it is shallow and step by step enters the crystalline waters. She walks until the water has reached her chest and slowly turns around. "You're still here. Rather improper of a king to watch a lady in the bath." She lifts her head, narrowing her eyes slightly.
RHAENYS | FILLY | SOOTY SILVER BLACK | ISIKSIZ X NYIMARA | DUNES |
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