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21.May.14, 01:54 AM
Rhaedalyn turned back to the group of men with the new glass of wine in hand and froze on the spot when she saw R’nya and the expression he wore. She had been played? What did he mean? Why was he speaking so informally? Why was he so angry – and she knew he was furious. R’nya never showed emotion outside of a twitch of an eyebrow or lip but this was full on emotion that was even conveyed in his tone of voice. Worst of all, it was directed at her. The slight bow he gave wasn’t noticed as Rhaedalyn’s vision dulled and blurred as she stared at the spot the bronzerider had been standing in a moment ago and flinched when the door slammed behind him.
Aradissicath growled in response to Xyreith and attempted to push herself between the bullying bronze and the cowering brown when R’nya waltzed through them all. She was close to head butting the man across the Weyr for the pain she could feel swirling around Rhaedalyn but R’nya didn’t seem to care as he dragged Xyreith away. Bully! Don’t you dare show your face around here again until you whack some sense into your stupid skull on the trunk of a tree! She spat at Xyreith before turning to Ghaeth, her mood shifting to croon at the sweet brown and nuzzle him. He was a bit of a wimp and sweet-natured like Aveleth but he hadn’t done anything to deserve such attitude from Xyreith.
The glass of wine was set down on the table but her unfocused gaze misjudged the distance and it ended up falling over the edge to spill on her legs and shoes but Rhaedalyn didn’t notice. She was a fool. R’nya had been fine with Z’ia but it was K’tir’s appearance that set him off. She had been played? Apparently she had. The wrong rumours had been believed and she hyped it up even more with her daydreams and longing for R’nya to find someone special that he cared for. Z’ia had encouraged the date and K’tir didn’t go against it either so it seemed natural to think she had been right with her belief that R’nya was in a new relationship with the brownrider. Why would both men do that to R’nya? To her?
“Out,” the word was barely above a whisper and shaky with her emotions that were running in every direction. Rhaedalyn didn’t know if she was upset, angry, or wanted to cry but she knew the remaining two men currently weren’t wanted or needed; not even Z’ia. “Please leave. Everyone.” She glanced at Z’ia with the last word and then spun around to where the food was. The pie she had spent so much time on to make absolutely perfect for the wonderful evening she knew they would share together was picked up and unceremoniously dropped into the little trash bin. It wasn’t needed now and Rhaedalyn suddenly had a desire to never bake again. It never turned out right anyway.
Her gaze shifted from the bin to her feet, finally noticing the wine she wore but it didn’t matter. Why did she need to look her best? R’nya was mad at her, even hated her now, and her boyfriend had encouraged her to make the horrible dinner date happen. Both men had broken her heart that night and she deserved being covered in wine for being such a fool.
Not even checking to see if Z’ia and K’tir were still there, Rhaedalyn shuffled over to her bed and stripped off her dress, leaving only her slip on. The shoes were kicked off and as the first tear finally slid down her cheek, she crawled under the blankets and sobbed into her pillow. All three of her firelizards appeared and Muffin claimed the prize location of nuzzling up against her under the covers after wriggling his way in.
Reality finally overtook shock and the notion that R’nya hated her sank in. She had promised herself after V’zire and Mevrit died that she would toughen up and not let anyone get close again but she had kept R’nya, Z’ia, and Kahleena as close as she always had and now it had hurt her again. She had been made a fool of by her own doing and had one of her dearest friends that had always been there to help her through all the tough times hate her. She only wanted to do something nice!
Like everything else, she only ended up ruining it all.
Aradissicath growled in response to Xyreith and attempted to push herself between the bullying bronze and the cowering brown when R’nya waltzed through them all. She was close to head butting the man across the Weyr for the pain she could feel swirling around Rhaedalyn but R’nya didn’t seem to care as he dragged Xyreith away. Bully! Don’t you dare show your face around here again until you whack some sense into your stupid skull on the trunk of a tree! She spat at Xyreith before turning to Ghaeth, her mood shifting to croon at the sweet brown and nuzzle him. He was a bit of a wimp and sweet-natured like Aveleth but he hadn’t done anything to deserve such attitude from Xyreith.
The glass of wine was set down on the table but her unfocused gaze misjudged the distance and it ended up falling over the edge to spill on her legs and shoes but Rhaedalyn didn’t notice. She was a fool. R’nya had been fine with Z’ia but it was K’tir’s appearance that set him off. She had been played? Apparently she had. The wrong rumours had been believed and she hyped it up even more with her daydreams and longing for R’nya to find someone special that he cared for. Z’ia had encouraged the date and K’tir didn’t go against it either so it seemed natural to think she had been right with her belief that R’nya was in a new relationship with the brownrider. Why would both men do that to R’nya? To her?
“Out,” the word was barely above a whisper and shaky with her emotions that were running in every direction. Rhaedalyn didn’t know if she was upset, angry, or wanted to cry but she knew the remaining two men currently weren’t wanted or needed; not even Z’ia. “Please leave. Everyone.” She glanced at Z’ia with the last word and then spun around to where the food was. The pie she had spent so much time on to make absolutely perfect for the wonderful evening she knew they would share together was picked up and unceremoniously dropped into the little trash bin. It wasn’t needed now and Rhaedalyn suddenly had a desire to never bake again. It never turned out right anyway.
Her gaze shifted from the bin to her feet, finally noticing the wine she wore but it didn’t matter. Why did she need to look her best? R’nya was mad at her, even hated her now, and her boyfriend had encouraged her to make the horrible dinner date happen. Both men had broken her heart that night and she deserved being covered in wine for being such a fool.
Not even checking to see if Z’ia and K’tir were still there, Rhaedalyn shuffled over to her bed and stripped off her dress, leaving only her slip on. The shoes were kicked off and as the first tear finally slid down her cheek, she crawled under the blankets and sobbed into her pillow. All three of her firelizards appeared and Muffin claimed the prize location of nuzzling up against her under the covers after wriggling his way in.
Reality finally overtook shock and the notion that R’nya hated her sank in. She had promised herself after V’zire and Mevrit died that she would toughen up and not let anyone get close again but she had kept R’nya, Z’ia, and Kahleena as close as she always had and now it had hurt her again. She had been made a fool of by her own doing and had one of her dearest friends that had always been there to help her through all the tough times hate her. She only wanted to do something nice!
Like everything else, she only ended up ruining it all.
