11.Jan.16, 11:00 PM
R’nya had never taken any particular libraries on his birthday; in the scheme of things, it was but another day of the year and nothing worth getting excited about. Of course, his every-day attitude had been forced to adjust when, several years ago, Rhaedalyn and Kahleena had wrangled his date of birth out of him, somehow, and since then it had been a type of small event for the girls to celebrate the day with him. Usually, he found it was a way for them to get dressed up, and excuse themselves from their daily tasks. Not that he minded in the slightest, but he found it amusing none the less.
This year, for the first time since he was a child, R’nya was looking forward to the day, though not because it was his own birthday. Today, his little girl would be one year old, and R’nya was shocked by how fast the time had flown by! The little girl was as gorgeous as her mother, and R’nya delighted in the way the child recognised him, and was eager to be picked up and held or to show him her latest favourite toy. He’d nearly cried the day she first called him ‘dada’, the bronzerider taken by surprise, though not since.
Sitting down in the dappled afternoon light, with Xyreith not far away and Rhaedalyn by his side, R’nya was quietly playing peek-a-boo with their daughter, using a hand cloth to hide behind, before dropping it dramatically with an expression of surprise at the appearance of his daughter, smiling at the child’s delight and clapping. Despite her eagerness for the game, R’nya could see that her afternoon nap was past, with the child occasionally losing to a large yawn between her giggles and cheers.
“Someone is getting sleepy,” R’nya cooed, putting down the cloth and picking the little girl up, delighting in the way she snuggled into him as he shifted his seat and smiled at Rhaedalyn. “Too much excitement for little ladies!” Rocking her, R’nya watched with bemused love as exhaustion won out, and little eyes closed. Lifting his gaze to Rhaedalyn, R’nya’s expression was still warm and affection filled. “I think we both had a wonderful day, my dear.” A pause, and R’nya’s attention dropped to the child. “She is still the most wonderful gift I have ever received.”
This year, for the first time since he was a child, R’nya was looking forward to the day, though not because it was his own birthday. Today, his little girl would be one year old, and R’nya was shocked by how fast the time had flown by! The little girl was as gorgeous as her mother, and R’nya delighted in the way the child recognised him, and was eager to be picked up and held or to show him her latest favourite toy. He’d nearly cried the day she first called him ‘dada’, the bronzerider taken by surprise, though not since.
Sitting down in the dappled afternoon light, with Xyreith not far away and Rhaedalyn by his side, R’nya was quietly playing peek-a-boo with their daughter, using a hand cloth to hide behind, before dropping it dramatically with an expression of surprise at the appearance of his daughter, smiling at the child’s delight and clapping. Despite her eagerness for the game, R’nya could see that her afternoon nap was past, with the child occasionally losing to a large yawn between her giggles and cheers.
“Someone is getting sleepy,” R’nya cooed, putting down the cloth and picking the little girl up, delighting in the way she snuggled into him as he shifted his seat and smiled at Rhaedalyn. “Too much excitement for little ladies!” Rocking her, R’nya watched with bemused love as exhaustion won out, and little eyes closed. Lifting his gaze to Rhaedalyn, R’nya’s expression was still warm and affection filled. “I think we both had a wonderful day, my dear.” A pause, and R’nya’s attention dropped to the child. “She is still the most wonderful gift I have ever received.”