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19.Jan.15, 05:37 AM
( xD Almost posted on Z'ia's account haha)
Contrary to his calm appearance, R’nya had little to no experience with women in labour. His own mate had not lived long enough to give birth, taking the child’s life when she took her own in dragon-loss grief. The goldriders that were currently a part of R’nya’s posse either had not had children, or had them before they had gotten to know each other. He had no idea about what was happening or what to do, beyond the general knowledge that was shared around. He knew to hold her hand – or let her crush his – and he knew that whether he was silent or wordy, someone would growl at him.
When the sad, pleading look was sent his way, R’nya gave Rhaedalyn’s hand a gentle, encouraging squeeze and a small smile. She could do this! She was doing wonderfully already – the healers kept saying so, so it must be true – and she was going to be a fantastic mother, he knew it!
When the accusations started coming his way, R’nya flinched, but he did not interrupt or argue. Some of her words were lost in the bubble of healers and directions they were squawking at each other like a flock of chickens. As a result, he did not notice the ‘you’re’ as he may have in other circumstances. He did sigh softly though, and gave the girl’s hand another gentle squeeze, using his free hand to brush sweaty hair off her forehead. “Of course I want you safe, Rhaedalyn.” He kept his voice calm and gentle, amused by the accusation but refusing to show even a hint of that emotion. “The healers are going to make sure you and your baby are exactly that.” Faranth forgive him the havoc he would bring down upon them if they did not.
“My fault?!” R’nya’s voice was somewhat high pitched, in part from the death grip Rhaedalyn had on his hand, crushing his knuckles together and in part from the indignation resonating within his voice. How, under the threadless sky was it his fault that the randy little bluerider had knocked her up?! R’nya was not going to take the blame for that one! He had not wanted them together in the first place! Z’ia was a slimy, good for nothing little tunnelsnake and things had definitely turned out the better with the selfish little bastard taking a hike – though R’nya could have done without the girl being heartbroken and he could certainly do without her laying bluerider blame on bronze shoulders!
“Of course it is,” R’nya grumbled disgustedly under his breath, nostrils flared in indignation, but unwilling to fight with the woman in labour. He should have broken them up; he should have prevented them getting together in the first place… A whole list of should’a-could’a-would’a that he had not acted on, for some reason or another that was usually the result of him trying to do what was best for Rhaedalyn at the time. But blaming him for the bluerider’s potency? That was just cruel and even in labour, R’nya wouldn’t have expected such a low blow from one of his favourite goldriders.
Xyreith laughing hysterically in the back of his mind was not helping the sullen bronzerider any, either.
Contrary to his calm appearance, R’nya had little to no experience with women in labour. His own mate had not lived long enough to give birth, taking the child’s life when she took her own in dragon-loss grief. The goldriders that were currently a part of R’nya’s posse either had not had children, or had them before they had gotten to know each other. He had no idea about what was happening or what to do, beyond the general knowledge that was shared around. He knew to hold her hand – or let her crush his – and he knew that whether he was silent or wordy, someone would growl at him.
When the sad, pleading look was sent his way, R’nya gave Rhaedalyn’s hand a gentle, encouraging squeeze and a small smile. She could do this! She was doing wonderfully already – the healers kept saying so, so it must be true – and she was going to be a fantastic mother, he knew it!
When the accusations started coming his way, R’nya flinched, but he did not interrupt or argue. Some of her words were lost in the bubble of healers and directions they were squawking at each other like a flock of chickens. As a result, he did not notice the ‘you’re’ as he may have in other circumstances. He did sigh softly though, and gave the girl’s hand another gentle squeeze, using his free hand to brush sweaty hair off her forehead. “Of course I want you safe, Rhaedalyn.” He kept his voice calm and gentle, amused by the accusation but refusing to show even a hint of that emotion. “The healers are going to make sure you and your baby are exactly that.” Faranth forgive him the havoc he would bring down upon them if they did not.
“My fault?!” R’nya’s voice was somewhat high pitched, in part from the death grip Rhaedalyn had on his hand, crushing his knuckles together and in part from the indignation resonating within his voice. How, under the threadless sky was it his fault that the randy little bluerider had knocked her up?! R’nya was not going to take the blame for that one! He had not wanted them together in the first place! Z’ia was a slimy, good for nothing little tunnelsnake and things had definitely turned out the better with the selfish little bastard taking a hike – though R’nya could have done without the girl being heartbroken and he could certainly do without her laying bluerider blame on bronze shoulders!
“Of course it is,” R’nya grumbled disgustedly under his breath, nostrils flared in indignation, but unwilling to fight with the woman in labour. He should have broken them up; he should have prevented them getting together in the first place… A whole list of should’a-could’a-would’a that he had not acted on, for some reason or another that was usually the result of him trying to do what was best for Rhaedalyn at the time. But blaming him for the bluerider’s potency? That was just cruel and even in labour, R’nya wouldn’t have expected such a low blow from one of his favourite goldriders.
Xyreith laughing hysterically in the back of his mind was not helping the sullen bronzerider any, either.
