17.Sep.15, 04:17 AM
R’nya had decided that he would have the day off. Not just off from Weyr based duties, but a day off from women, children, firelizards and all sentient life, sans his dragon. It hadn’t been particularly difficult to escape. He had roused Xyreith early in the morning and the pair had vanished into the crisp chill of between as the sun was just beginning to rise and touch gentle fingers of light across the horizon.
The day had been spent relaxing; lazy bathing for both human and dragon and a good oiling for Xyreith. Sleeping, eating and casual exploring that the pair hadn’t been able to truly engage in since the construction of Katila. The bronzerider had fully engaged in the day and thoroughly enjoyed himself, the weight of running the Weyr and holding court daily with a gaggle of goldriders lifting from his shoulders over the hours. Xyreith watched the transformation with quiet approval, even as he teased his rider and played antics more akin to a weyrling – probably a green one.
As the day came towards an end, R’nya’s mood swung in the opposite direction with a sudden craving for human company, and particularly the company of a lovely woman. Xyreith’s snarky teasing that Rhaedalyn wasn’t up to that type of company had R’nya flushing, in a combination of anger and shame. He would have enjoyed spending a rather rated evening with Rhaedalyn but had yet to truly admit that much to himself, let alone attempt to woo the woman when she wasn’t being controlled by dragonlust. Shutting Xyreith up smartly, R’nya directed the great bronze to Telgar, where he knew Quilriana would be, though he wasn’t so arrogant as to believe she’d be waiting for him. Thankfully Xyreith was busy with the image of Telgar and couldn’t latch onto the image that flashed through R’nya’s mind.
Xyreith landed in his usual spot, allowing R’nya to dismount before taking off once more, seeking out a nice spot to curl up and wait where he wouldn’t be ambushed by idiot humans or their offspring while also avoiding livestock. People were so finicky about their livestock!
R’nya smiled vaguly at Xyreith’s grumbling to himself before blocking the dragon out more attentively and quietly making his way towards the Whetstone. It was late, which would mean the family would be packing up and preparing to end the day. R’nya was happy with that, as he wasn’t really in a truly socialistic mood. Voices inside had the bronzerider pausing at the door he’d finally reached, and R’nya’s head cocked slightly to one side as he caught a few words and the suggestive tone of voice. Charming. R’nya had no doubt that Quilriana could take care of herself, but he had no intention of standing idly outside for her to kick the individuals out.
… Was that comment about us? The train of thought fell away without an answer from Xyreith as R’nya opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him while pale eyes took in the situation, a slight smirk lifting one corner of his lips as a resounding sound of flesh on flesh shook the room, and the expression on one man’s face was impossible to miss and near had R’nya snorting out a laugh. Thankfully, the bronzerider had better self-control than that.
“Problem, gentlemen?” though it was a long stretch of the word to call those two gentlemen by any means, R’nya thought as he stepped up beside Quilriana, a light hand placed gently on her lower back; a touch to reassure, and to offer confidence as he raised a trademark eyebrow at the two men and awaited their answers.
The day had been spent relaxing; lazy bathing for both human and dragon and a good oiling for Xyreith. Sleeping, eating and casual exploring that the pair hadn’t been able to truly engage in since the construction of Katila. The bronzerider had fully engaged in the day and thoroughly enjoyed himself, the weight of running the Weyr and holding court daily with a gaggle of goldriders lifting from his shoulders over the hours. Xyreith watched the transformation with quiet approval, even as he teased his rider and played antics more akin to a weyrling – probably a green one.
As the day came towards an end, R’nya’s mood swung in the opposite direction with a sudden craving for human company, and particularly the company of a lovely woman. Xyreith’s snarky teasing that Rhaedalyn wasn’t up to that type of company had R’nya flushing, in a combination of anger and shame. He would have enjoyed spending a rather rated evening with Rhaedalyn but had yet to truly admit that much to himself, let alone attempt to woo the woman when she wasn’t being controlled by dragonlust. Shutting Xyreith up smartly, R’nya directed the great bronze to Telgar, where he knew Quilriana would be, though he wasn’t so arrogant as to believe she’d be waiting for him. Thankfully Xyreith was busy with the image of Telgar and couldn’t latch onto the image that flashed through R’nya’s mind.
Xyreith landed in his usual spot, allowing R’nya to dismount before taking off once more, seeking out a nice spot to curl up and wait where he wouldn’t be ambushed by idiot humans or their offspring while also avoiding livestock. People were so finicky about their livestock!
R’nya smiled vaguly at Xyreith’s grumbling to himself before blocking the dragon out more attentively and quietly making his way towards the Whetstone. It was late, which would mean the family would be packing up and preparing to end the day. R’nya was happy with that, as he wasn’t really in a truly socialistic mood. Voices inside had the bronzerider pausing at the door he’d finally reached, and R’nya’s head cocked slightly to one side as he caught a few words and the suggestive tone of voice. Charming. R’nya had no doubt that Quilriana could take care of herself, but he had no intention of standing idly outside for her to kick the individuals out.
… Was that comment about us? The train of thought fell away without an answer from Xyreith as R’nya opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him while pale eyes took in the situation, a slight smirk lifting one corner of his lips as a resounding sound of flesh on flesh shook the room, and the expression on one man’s face was impossible to miss and near had R’nya snorting out a laugh. Thankfully, the bronzerider had better self-control than that.
“Problem, gentlemen?” though it was a long stretch of the word to call those two gentlemen by any means, R’nya thought as he stepped up beside Quilriana, a light hand placed gently on her lower back; a touch to reassure, and to offer confidence as he raised a trademark eyebrow at the two men and awaited their answers.