15.Apr.18, 10:19 AM
R’nya rested his elbows on the desk, linking his fingers together lazily as he watched his companion, studying him quietly as the Lord Holder composed his thoughts. R’nya felt eons older than the other man, but as he studied him, knew he’d be lucky to have five years on him, if Lord Therion wasn’t older than himself. The Holder had the advantage in his position, however; he had been groomed to be a Lord, while R’nya had groomed himself to Impress bronze, and angled for Weyrleader. The Plague had foiled his plans, killed his first mate, and sent himself and Xyreith fleeing, but in the end he’d gained the rank he’d angled for so determinedly as a youth. It wasn’t what he’d anticipated, and if he could palm it off on someone else, R’nya honestly believed he would. But he didn’t trust anyone else to take care of Fort, or set a good example. He also did not want anyone lording it over Rhaedalyn!
A brow arched elegantly at the information that the Lord Holder was going to be married. He hadn’t heard, but that was not unusual. R’nya relied on D’hys to filter the gossip and tell him important things and the bluerider had very likely not considered the Lord Holder getting married to be important – it was Holder politics, and involved an adjustment in the female ranks, not the mans. Now, had been a wedding that would result in a new Lord, no doubt R’nya would have been informed at once. He had a remarkable trust in D’hys relaying information, he supposed, wondering if that were idiotic of him. Perhaps he should find a couple more men to act as filters; it could, after all, hardly hurt.
“Sounds good,” R’nya murmured politely. “I am sure many will be thrilled to attend.” He wasn’t going to say he’d be thrilled – he wasn’t really one for such events – though he would certainly take Rhaedalyn and the girls down to the Hold to enjoy at least the primary day of the festivities. “Thank you for the invitation.” R’nya made a mental note to write up notices to place on the bulletin board within the Weyr so that the Riders could attend if they so choose, though he’d refrain from putting them up too early. He was sure there would be no shortage of weyrstff that would find lifts down to the Hold as well. Such was life!
“What was the other?” R’nya asked politely.
A brow arched elegantly at the information that the Lord Holder was going to be married. He hadn’t heard, but that was not unusual. R’nya relied on D’hys to filter the gossip and tell him important things and the bluerider had very likely not considered the Lord Holder getting married to be important – it was Holder politics, and involved an adjustment in the female ranks, not the mans. Now, had been a wedding that would result in a new Lord, no doubt R’nya would have been informed at once. He had a remarkable trust in D’hys relaying information, he supposed, wondering if that were idiotic of him. Perhaps he should find a couple more men to act as filters; it could, after all, hardly hurt.
“Sounds good,” R’nya murmured politely. “I am sure many will be thrilled to attend.” He wasn’t going to say he’d be thrilled – he wasn’t really one for such events – though he would certainly take Rhaedalyn and the girls down to the Hold to enjoy at least the primary day of the festivities. “Thank you for the invitation.” R’nya made a mental note to write up notices to place on the bulletin board within the Weyr so that the Riders could attend if they so choose, though he’d refrain from putting them up too early. He was sure there would be no shortage of weyrstff that would find lifts down to the Hold as well. Such was life!
“What was the other?” R’nya asked politely.