13.Dec.17, 08:35 AM
“It is our pleasure, Quilriana. I have no doubt that he will make a solid dragonrider.” He smiled gently, resting his cheek against the side of her head, enjoying the softness of her hair against his skin and letting the world around them fade a little as he zoned out. As a result, he was slightly startled when Quilriana suddenly turned in his arms, looking up at him seriously. R’nya blinked down at her, and raised one eyebrow in his trademark manner, one corner of his lips twitching slightly, fondly amused.
R’nya blinked, tilting his head slightly at her question. “Of course.” A pause. “Why would Rhaedalyn mind?” He was genuinely confused, the foreign expression drawing his eyebrows together and creating wrinkles in his features that weren’t there any other time. He was almost amused that Quilriana would worry about Rhaedalyn – Rhaedalyn – being upset about another child running around. After all, she had practically stolen Varlea from Indivara, and he was sure she’d love nothing more than to have a whole army of sturdy little toddlers making trouble. To be honest, he wouldn’t mind an army of sturdy little toddlers… R’nya shook his head slightly, and considered Quilriana seriously.
“I am fairly sure Rhaedalyn would adopt him, and all the other children in the crèche, the candidate barracks, and the weyrling barracks, if she could get away with it. The boy is probably lucky he’s outside the age of adoption.” He smiled wryly. “Why do you ask?” That genuine confusion was back, and R’nya studied his lover’s face as he waited for her to reply, wondering what had caused the line of conversation. He had no doubt that Quilriana was worried about Quinvalis fitting in – R’nya would do what he could to help the boy, but he had a feeling he’d meld in fairly easily – but he wasn’t sure where the angle about Rhaedalyn came from…
R’nya blinked, tilting his head slightly at her question. “Of course.” A pause. “Why would Rhaedalyn mind?” He was genuinely confused, the foreign expression drawing his eyebrows together and creating wrinkles in his features that weren’t there any other time. He was almost amused that Quilriana would worry about Rhaedalyn – Rhaedalyn – being upset about another child running around. After all, she had practically stolen Varlea from Indivara, and he was sure she’d love nothing more than to have a whole army of sturdy little toddlers making trouble. To be honest, he wouldn’t mind an army of sturdy little toddlers… R’nya shook his head slightly, and considered Quilriana seriously.
“I am fairly sure Rhaedalyn would adopt him, and all the other children in the crèche, the candidate barracks, and the weyrling barracks, if she could get away with it. The boy is probably lucky he’s outside the age of adoption.” He smiled wryly. “Why do you ask?” That genuine confusion was back, and R’nya studied his lover’s face as he waited for her to reply, wondering what had caused the line of conversation. He had no doubt that Quilriana was worried about Quinvalis fitting in – R’nya would do what he could to help the boy, but he had a feeling he’d meld in fairly easily – but he wasn’t sure where the angle about Rhaedalyn came from…