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29.Jan.16, 01:36 AM
In his own way, R’nya was just as affectionate as Rhaedalyn with the dropping off of Alyren, cooing over the little girl and hovering over Rhaedalyn’s shoulder while the other woman gave them amused looks and shooed them off. R’nya still had moments of bliss, where he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have such a beautiful child – a child! – and that the little girl was Rhaedalyn’s was all the icing he could have ever asked for. R’nya was caught up in his blissful moment and as such totally ignorant to Rhaedalyn being scolded by her dragon, and the way Xyreith changed paths in mid-flight to take them to Rhaedalyn’s weyr instead of down to the Sands. Not that the two weren’t close enough to be on top of one another, anyway.
Once the two humans were dropped off, Xyreith indeed made his way to his mate, and was amused to report to an oblivious R’nya that Aradissicath was ‘as well as she said she was,’ which R’nya parroted to Rhaedalyn, much to Xyreith’s further amusement. The bronzerider himself was much too distracted by the delicious scents that were filling the air in the weyr to be concerned about dragon attitudes. Between Aradissicath and Xyreith R’nya was sure they out-attitude-ed every other dragon in the Weyr, and felt sorry for the bonded’s of their offspring!
“It smells amazing,” he murmured as he took his seat obediently, watching Rhaedalyn float around the room, a half smile quirking up one corner of his lips. When the goldrider made her way into the bedroom to ‘get his gift’, R’nya was tempted almost beyond control to follow her, his mind going straight to the bed. When she came bouncing back out not a few moments later, R’nya sighed softly, knowing his chance was missed – but the night was young! The unsure expression on Rhaedalyn’s face had the bronzerider wondering if he had been meant to follow her into the bedroom, before a book was suddenly shoved under his nose.
R’nya blinked owlishly.
Taking the book gently, R’nya was not at all subtle in the way he brushed his fingers over Rhaedalyn’s before examining the carefully crafted item. Slipping the bow off it, R’nya listened attentively to Rhaedalyn even as he carefully opened the book and did as instructed, examining the first entry with amusement; he was glad whomever had recorded the Hatching had been more interested in the facts and not with a snotty weyrbrat’s attitude at being upstaged by an obnoxious blueriding brat by the who would be known as I’shan!
“Rhae,” R’nya murmured her name as he flicked through the pages as instructed, noting that the only hatchings included were those between Aradissicath and Xyreith. He wasn’t sure if Rhaedalyn didn’t know about the other clutches his bronze had sired, or if the book was just for Xyreith and Aradissi-You listen badly; she said it’s just for us, Sir. Oh, R’nya blinked. Oh! His eyes widened as he noticed all the additional pages, flicking through them before closing the book with a little puff of air.
“Thank you.” His words were soft and sincere, though his train of thought was busy wondering if she would slap him if he kissed her.Why don’t you find out? His dragon’s prompt was riddled with amusement, and R’nya could tell the beast was hoping Rhaedalyn would slap him, though only for the entertainment value it would add to the evening.
Deciding to act before he lost his nerve, R’nya stood suddenly (knocking the chair over) and he flailed, torn between picking it up and leaving it, before he took a half step towards Rhaedalyn and kissed her in an incredibly awkward and very pre-teen manner, eyes uncharacteristically wide, waiting to see if she would slap him, and feeling very much like his younger self, when slaps had been given in a far greater quantity than returned kisses.
I love our humans, Xyreith drawled to Aradissicath, the bronze dragon riddled with amusement.
Once the two humans were dropped off, Xyreith indeed made his way to his mate, and was amused to report to an oblivious R’nya that Aradissicath was ‘as well as she said she was,’ which R’nya parroted to Rhaedalyn, much to Xyreith’s further amusement. The bronzerider himself was much too distracted by the delicious scents that were filling the air in the weyr to be concerned about dragon attitudes. Between Aradissicath and Xyreith R’nya was sure they out-attitude-ed every other dragon in the Weyr, and felt sorry for the bonded’s of their offspring!
“It smells amazing,” he murmured as he took his seat obediently, watching Rhaedalyn float around the room, a half smile quirking up one corner of his lips. When the goldrider made her way into the bedroom to ‘get his gift’, R’nya was tempted almost beyond control to follow her, his mind going straight to the bed. When she came bouncing back out not a few moments later, R’nya sighed softly, knowing his chance was missed – but the night was young! The unsure expression on Rhaedalyn’s face had the bronzerider wondering if he had been meant to follow her into the bedroom, before a book was suddenly shoved under his nose.
R’nya blinked owlishly.
Taking the book gently, R’nya was not at all subtle in the way he brushed his fingers over Rhaedalyn’s before examining the carefully crafted item. Slipping the bow off it, R’nya listened attentively to Rhaedalyn even as he carefully opened the book and did as instructed, examining the first entry with amusement; he was glad whomever had recorded the Hatching had been more interested in the facts and not with a snotty weyrbrat’s attitude at being upstaged by an obnoxious blueriding brat by the who would be known as I’shan!
“Rhae,” R’nya murmured her name as he flicked through the pages as instructed, noting that the only hatchings included were those between Aradissicath and Xyreith. He wasn’t sure if Rhaedalyn didn’t know about the other clutches his bronze had sired, or if the book was just for Xyreith and Aradissi-
“Thank you.” His words were soft and sincere, though his train of thought was busy wondering if she would slap him if he kissed her.
Deciding to act before he lost his nerve, R’nya stood suddenly (knocking the chair over) and he flailed, torn between picking it up and leaving it, before he took a half step towards Rhaedalyn and kissed her in an incredibly awkward and very pre-teen manner, eyes uncharacteristically wide, waiting to see if she would slap him, and feeling very much like his younger self, when slaps had been given in a far greater quantity than returned kisses.
