Riyeko Lionward; The reserved and nervous inventor (thebesttoys) wrote in emillion,
Riyeko/Juliette | 7:00am - Park in the Commoners' district
Off went the Frisbee, and off went Ratchet after it. A smile easily spread wide across Riyeko's face as she watched the joy the dog seemed to have booking after the flying disc. "Go! Get it!" The machinist couldn't help but cheer him on. Well, that was until some big hulking massive dog that easily had to be nearly twice, if not three or four times Ratchet's size came racing out of no where and snatched the Frisbee from the air.
Riyeko's demeanor instantly deflated and her joy seemed to deplete much like a balloon with the air let out of it. Worry and distress was almost instant. Was she going to need to talk to the other dog owner? What if the owner wasn't around? What if the dog was mean? What if Ratchet got into a fight and got hurt and she had to take him to the vet to find out he couldn't be saved and then would need to put him down and... Oh dear. Oh no. This was bad, so very, very bad.
Though, then out running came a rather small... Girl? Woman? Riyeko wasn't entirely sure, who proceeded to scold the dog, and yank the toy away before calling over to Ratchet and herself. Ratchet, not seeming to enjoy the fact that his toy was taken away, but actually seeming to realize this probably wasn't a fight he couldn't win had come to a slow walk, and then - a little more than half way to the other girl - had simply sat down on the grass, looking between the one holding the Frisbee and back at Riyeko.
"Oh!" Riyeko could feel her face heating up, but thankfully, being on the hoverboard did buy her a little bit of space making it a bit harder to notice. "It's, um," What? "It's okay!" She attempted to infuse some cheer into her voice, but it mostly just came out as... Seeming nervous, and unsure. "Dogs." Forcing a laugh that was her attempt at shrugging it off, the machinist directed the hoverboard down into a landing before stepping off. Toes pushed down on the back of the board which had an upturned lip, causing the board to shift up in the front, making it easier to reach, pick up, and tuck underneath one arm. A sharp whistle was let out, which seemed to catch Ratchet's attention by the flicker of his ears, but instead of moving back he continued to sit just where he was, eyes focused forward on the strange new woman, other dog, and his Frisbee.