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20.Feb.13, 09:33 AM
R’nya watched the woman send her dragon away, not having to ask Xyreith if he had had any direct hand in it; his dragon wouldn’t dare make such a move without it being approved first by R’nya’s own desires; his control of his dragon was nearly as good as the immaculate control the we- D’ren had over his great beast, though the poor bastard was wasting away as slowly as his rider these days. It was a sad sight, to see such a proud beast reduced to a dirty, uncared for lump. A chill crept down the back of R’nya’s spine, but he made no visible response to the slow crawling sensation.
“I see,” R’nya murmured mildly, watching R’ana with a thoughtful light to his eyes as he thought about what she had offered up. While it was far more common for women to be pointed out as useless as far as dragonriding was concerned, it was not unusual for one to simply fail to grasp the required aspects in order to be adequate, never mind good – or even great. The skill to ride a dragon came as naturally to some as the ability to ride a horse; the rest of them were left with just as much need to live and learn as anyone else. Not everyone had that ability to make it to adequate, however, and R’nya pursed his lips thoughtfully as he shifted his gaze to watch the green and the swam of excited children that were attacking her.
“Have you considered other options?” R’nya’s serious blue-grey gaze returned to R’ana and he eyed her frankly, though the look was without so much as a whisper of sexual intent. Instead, he was measuring her up, considering what it was he was going to say. “If you are trying, and still failing, you are unlikely to ever succeed.” Harsh, perhaps, but spoken with a bland honesty that told the other rider R’nya wasn’t sugar coating anything, nor was he being insulting. Pausing for a moment, R’nya decided to wait and see how she would respond, before offering up the ideas he had lingering.
“I see,” R’nya murmured mildly, watching R’ana with a thoughtful light to his eyes as he thought about what she had offered up. While it was far more common for women to be pointed out as useless as far as dragonriding was concerned, it was not unusual for one to simply fail to grasp the required aspects in order to be adequate, never mind good – or even great. The skill to ride a dragon came as naturally to some as the ability to ride a horse; the rest of them were left with just as much need to live and learn as anyone else. Not everyone had that ability to make it to adequate, however, and R’nya pursed his lips thoughtfully as he shifted his gaze to watch the green and the swam of excited children that were attacking her.
“Have you considered other options?” R’nya’s serious blue-grey gaze returned to R’ana and he eyed her frankly, though the look was without so much as a whisper of sexual intent. Instead, he was measuring her up, considering what it was he was going to say. “If you are trying, and still failing, you are unlikely to ever succeed.” Harsh, perhaps, but spoken with a bland honesty that told the other rider R’nya wasn’t sugar coating anything, nor was he being insulting. Pausing for a moment, R’nya decided to wait and see how she would respond, before offering up the ideas he had lingering.
