25.Aug.14, 11:18 PM
Rhaedalyn fiddled with her fingers as she nodded, knowing full well that R’nya did seem to have a knack for knowing everything. She startled for a moment, looking up at the bronzerider when he asked for silence and realized it was being directed at Xyreith. It made her wonder what the great bronze had said and she frowned for a moment, worried that he still didn’t like her despite his fondness of Aradissicath. Luckily for them both – as it would have ended up in questions and fears – R’nya said something else that stuck out in her mind. “Your mother? What was she like? What stories did she tell?”
Her mind was racing with ideas of what the woman must have been like to raise a man like R’nya. She knew from previous stories that he wasn’t always so calm, polite, and looking out for the goldriders, but the woman still must have been wonderful. Even with the interest in learning more about his mother, Rhaedalyn’s nerves and embarrassment had her mind hopping all over the place and she moved onto a story she could tell her friend.
“Um, hm. Oh,” she was off to a wonderful start with her story and Rhaedalyn blushed at her stammering before finding her words. “There was a maiden that loved her hair and let it grow out long, down to her waist. It was silky and shone in the sun and made her feel pretty. She needed that boost though for her father often kept her away from everyone, practically locked in a tower.”
A tower that touched the clouds! Aradissicath put in eagerly. She loved Rhaedalyn’s stories and liked to add in pieces as well. Rhaedalyn giggled and added the fact in, “a tower that touched the clouds so no one could visit her. He wanted to make sure she went to the highest bidder, you see.” She paused, giving her audience time to absorb what had been said so far. Aradissicath had a habit of asking questions when she was younger and Rhaedalyn learned to wait once in a while in case any came.
Her mind was racing with ideas of what the woman must have been like to raise a man like R’nya. She knew from previous stories that he wasn’t always so calm, polite, and looking out for the goldriders, but the woman still must have been wonderful. Even with the interest in learning more about his mother, Rhaedalyn’s nerves and embarrassment had her mind hopping all over the place and she moved onto a story she could tell her friend.
“Um, hm. Oh,” she was off to a wonderful start with her story and Rhaedalyn blushed at her stammering before finding her words. “There was a maiden that loved her hair and let it grow out long, down to her waist. It was silky and shone in the sun and made her feel pretty. She needed that boost though for her father often kept her away from everyone, practically locked in a tower.”
A tower that touched the clouds! Aradissicath put in eagerly. She loved Rhaedalyn’s stories and liked to add in pieces as well. Rhaedalyn giggled and added the fact in, “a tower that touched the clouds so no one could visit her. He wanted to make sure she went to the highest bidder, you see.” She paused, giving her audience time to absorb what had been said so far. Aradissicath had a habit of asking questions when she was younger and Rhaedalyn learned to wait once in a while in case any came.