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25.Jan.15, 01:21 AM
Rhaedalyn had heard R’nya’s voice but didn’t really catch the initial comment of praise that came, too busy staring at her daughter. She had done it! The child was indeed beautiful as well. It shouldn’t have surprised her given Alyren’s father was handsome. When the kisses and comment that she had done well came, however, Rhaedalyn finally startled out of her reverie and turned her gaze upon the bronzerider. There was something odd about him and she barely suppressed a giggle as she realized the man was smiling. R’nya, so stoic and in control at all times, was smiling! There also appeared to be tear tracks on his cheeks as well but it was a trifle warm in the room so it could have been sweat as well. Faranth knew she was a mess from the exertion feeling sweaty, sticky, and uncomfortable for far too many reasons.
The question about whether he was truly the father or not caught Rhaedalyn by surprise but she quickly remembered things she had said in the moment of absolute pain and the belief she would never make it through the delivery. She hadn’t truly meant to tell R’nya, especially like that, but she hadn’t really meant to avoid telling him either. It was the only logical conclusion after Z’ia yelled at her and kicked her out, stating he was infertile, and while she didn’t abhor the idea of R’nya being the father to her baby girl, Rhaedalyn wasn’t entirely sure how it would work either. She had been at Katila long enough to know most dragonriders didn’t like to have a hand in raiding children, though there were some loving couples and or dads trying to help out. R’nya was so busy, though. He was a Wingleader and he helped all of the goldriders and candidates so it didn’t seem fair to toss fatherhood on him either. Not to mention the fact that he had once had a mate in the past and it didn’t end well. It simply didn’t seem fair to toss such responsibilities and memories on him.
She was close to denying the claim and passing it off as hormones and pain talking but the gentle kiss to her lips stilled such thoughts and the sincere words of gratitude killed them entirely. R’nya was happy to be a dad and Rhaedalyn was surprised to find out how relieved she was at that as well. At a loss for words, Rhaedalyn smiled in return and belatedly nodded her head in affirmation that Alyren was his.
The serene moment after a storm of emotions was quickly trampled on when Rhaedalyn squeaked in surprise as Xyreith’s voice brushed her mind. “Xyreith,” she whispered the bronze dragon’s name softly, almost reverently. Xyreith had only spoken to her once and it hadn’t been much, now, however, it figured she would be included in the conversation when it concerned teasing R’nya and her slightly as well.
She blushed as the fact she had been kissed several times was pointed out but decided to focus on the dragon’s attempt to embarrass his rider. “I hope his cheeks don’t hurt, Xyreith. Your rider is quite handsome when he smiles.” A quick glance to R’nya left her blushing yet again as she looked away and back to Alyren, still marvelling over the fact that she was now a mother.
Aradissicath chuckled at Xyreith’s excitement and comments, glad that Rhaedalyn had at least been excluded from that last comment. While she found it amusing, Aradissicath knew her rider would have been embarrassed by it and possibly flailed with the last of her energy. Indeed! It may keep some of the gold hussies’ riders away from him as well. She still wasn’t a fan of the younger gold dragons and their riders weren’t much better. R’nya deserved better company and Alyren was the perfect way to get that.
She needs more hair though.
The question about whether he was truly the father or not caught Rhaedalyn by surprise but she quickly remembered things she had said in the moment of absolute pain and the belief she would never make it through the delivery. She hadn’t truly meant to tell R’nya, especially like that, but she hadn’t really meant to avoid telling him either. It was the only logical conclusion after Z’ia yelled at her and kicked her out, stating he was infertile, and while she didn’t abhor the idea of R’nya being the father to her baby girl, Rhaedalyn wasn’t entirely sure how it would work either. She had been at Katila long enough to know most dragonriders didn’t like to have a hand in raiding children, though there were some loving couples and or dads trying to help out. R’nya was so busy, though. He was a Wingleader and he helped all of the goldriders and candidates so it didn’t seem fair to toss fatherhood on him either. Not to mention the fact that he had once had a mate in the past and it didn’t end well. It simply didn’t seem fair to toss such responsibilities and memories on him.
She was close to denying the claim and passing it off as hormones and pain talking but the gentle kiss to her lips stilled such thoughts and the sincere words of gratitude killed them entirely. R’nya was happy to be a dad and Rhaedalyn was surprised to find out how relieved she was at that as well. At a loss for words, Rhaedalyn smiled in return and belatedly nodded her head in affirmation that Alyren was his.
The serene moment after a storm of emotions was quickly trampled on when Rhaedalyn squeaked in surprise as Xyreith’s voice brushed her mind. “Xyreith,” she whispered the bronze dragon’s name softly, almost reverently. Xyreith had only spoken to her once and it hadn’t been much, now, however, it figured she would be included in the conversation when it concerned teasing R’nya and her slightly as well.
She blushed as the fact she had been kissed several times was pointed out but decided to focus on the dragon’s attempt to embarrass his rider. “I hope his cheeks don’t hurt, Xyreith. Your rider is quite handsome when he smiles.” A quick glance to R’nya left her blushing yet again as she looked away and back to Alyren, still marvelling over the fact that she was now a mother.
Aradissicath chuckled at Xyreith’s excitement and comments, glad that Rhaedalyn had at least been excluded from that last comment. While she found it amusing, Aradissicath knew her rider would have been embarrassed by it and possibly flailed with the last of her energy. Indeed! It may keep some of the gold hussies’ riders away from him as well. She still wasn’t a fan of the younger gold dragons and their riders weren’t much better. R’nya deserved better company and Alyren was the perfect way to get that.
She needs more hair though.
