02.Jan.19, 10:02 AM
R’nya smiled at Quilriana lazily as he let himself collapse on the bed beside her, handing her a piece of fruit he’d collected before making his way to the bedroom. The trip to visit Quilriana had been dual purposed; the primary reason that his lover was aware of was to bring her son home for a visit, since Aradissicath’s latest clutch was currently Hardening on the Sands, and R’nya was sure that – eventually – young Quinvalis would Impress and that would prevent home visits for a while. R’nya had promised to bring Quilriana to visit Quinvalis whenever she wanted, wherever he Impressed, but he knew she hated to be a bother – not that she ever was.
“Kids are down for the count,” he teased, biting into his apple and munching thoughtfully for a few moments as they relaxed. R’nya had gotten quite good with Quilista – or perhaps she was why he was so good with his own daughters – and he’d told her some story or another he’d stolen off Rhaedalyn before peeping into Quinvalis’ room to wink at the boy and promise to take him home in the morning. They both knew R’nya would stay the night – unless Quilriana kicked him out – and that even if she did, he’d be back for Quinvalis before he missed any lessons or chores he’d been assigned.
R’nya kept to the companionable silence as they ate their fruit, before taking the cores and putting them on the bedside table, placing a handkerchief under them so that they wouldn’t make the wood sticky. Leaning back on the bed, R’nya shifted onto his side and considered his friend and lover with quiet contemplation. “The gossip has not spread yet,” R’nya said mildly, “but I am sure it will not take long once the right people hear,” he snorted softly. “I have negotiated with the Master Healer, to enter my goldriders and some of our female candidates into his Hall for training.” R’nya considered Quilriana for a second, his expression serious. “I would like to offer the same to Quilista, if she is interested” he left off that the decision was, ultimately, Quilriana’s choice… and that she was still a dash too young.
“Kids are down for the count,” he teased, biting into his apple and munching thoughtfully for a few moments as they relaxed. R’nya had gotten quite good with Quilista – or perhaps she was why he was so good with his own daughters – and he’d told her some story or another he’d stolen off Rhaedalyn before peeping into Quinvalis’ room to wink at the boy and promise to take him home in the morning. They both knew R’nya would stay the night – unless Quilriana kicked him out – and that even if she did, he’d be back for Quinvalis before he missed any lessons or chores he’d been assigned.
R’nya kept to the companionable silence as they ate their fruit, before taking the cores and putting them on the bedside table, placing a handkerchief under them so that they wouldn’t make the wood sticky. Leaning back on the bed, R’nya shifted onto his side and considered his friend and lover with quiet contemplation. “The gossip has not spread yet,” R’nya said mildly, “but I am sure it will not take long once the right people hear,” he snorted softly. “I have negotiated with the Master Healer, to enter my goldriders and some of our female candidates into his Hall for training.” R’nya considered Quilriana for a second, his expression serious. “I would like to offer the same to Quilista, if she is interested” he left off that the decision was, ultimately, Quilriana’s choice… and that she was still a dash too young.