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31.Mar.19, 09:39 AM
R’nya smiled warmly at Rhaedalyn as he slipped into the bedroom, a wooden platter of meats, cheeses and bread in one hand, and two wineglasses carefully balanced on a platter in the other hand. The wine was mulled in a fashion the pair enjoyed, and the bread warm from the oven. While the children had woken at the crack of dawn, parents, dragons and firelizards had managed to keep the older girls chugging along without a nap, so that they crashed early and hard after eating their dinner. The three infants were a bit more of a mixed bag, but somehow, they had managed to wrangle all five children into their appropriate beds, and have them all asleep – at the same time –, earlier than usual.
Setting the platters carefully on the small table between two comfortable chairs on the far side of the bedroom, R’nya kissed Rhaedalyn on the temple. Moving across the room, he collected Rhaedalyn’s favoured comb, before sitting on the arm of her chair and gently collecting her hair up. “I have something I would like your opinion on,” R’nya said quietly, working on the day’s tangles at the bottom of Rhaedalyn’s growing hair, “before I propose it to our beloved mentors.” There was just the softest sting of sarcasm in his tone, as he referenced Jajojin and Wenon. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate and respect them – quite the opposite.
“While I do no fancy Fort becoming quite as liberal as Ista,” R’nya began, working his way up Rhaedalyn’s hair gently, enjoying the silky feel of the curly strands, “with the Healer Hall taking on most of the young women who are bound to us, it may prove fortuitus to have more young women Searched as potentials for green.” He didn’t really feel it would be worth while Searching for women who would show potential as blueriders, considering the extreme rarity of their Impressions so far. In the near future, there would be a couple thousand dragonriders, and R’nya figured there would be maybe one female bluerider for each Weyr, and that was assuming they were actively Searched for.
R’nya paused for a few moments, to let Rhaedalyn process what he’d said, before continuing mildly; the pause wasn’t quite long enough to give her room to speak. “I am not sure any of us are going to have what it takes to fight Thread, when it sees fit to Fall. We are going to need healers in every wing, as well as here on the ground.” Stopping with his combing of Rhaedalyn’s hair, R’nya slipped off the chair and onto his knees before her, tilting his head slightly as he peered up at her. “Half of Pern doesn’t believe it will come back,” he said with quiet insistence, losing his careful speech mannerisms in the process. “It will be back, but I don’t think half our upper riders believe that, never mind the holders. I think starting with the girls, will be the best way.” He paused, eyebrows furrowing. “What do you think?”
Setting the platters carefully on the small table between two comfortable chairs on the far side of the bedroom, R’nya kissed Rhaedalyn on the temple. Moving across the room, he collected Rhaedalyn’s favoured comb, before sitting on the arm of her chair and gently collecting her hair up. “I have something I would like your opinion on,” R’nya said quietly, working on the day’s tangles at the bottom of Rhaedalyn’s growing hair, “before I propose it to our beloved mentors.” There was just the softest sting of sarcasm in his tone, as he referenced Jajojin and Wenon. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate and respect them – quite the opposite.
“While I do no fancy Fort becoming quite as liberal as Ista,” R’nya began, working his way up Rhaedalyn’s hair gently, enjoying the silky feel of the curly strands, “with the Healer Hall taking on most of the young women who are bound to us, it may prove fortuitus to have more young women Searched as potentials for green.” He didn’t really feel it would be worth while Searching for women who would show potential as blueriders, considering the extreme rarity of their Impressions so far. In the near future, there would be a couple thousand dragonriders, and R’nya figured there would be maybe one female bluerider for each Weyr, and that was assuming they were actively Searched for.
R’nya paused for a few moments, to let Rhaedalyn process what he’d said, before continuing mildly; the pause wasn’t quite long enough to give her room to speak. “I am not sure any of us are going to have what it takes to fight Thread, when it sees fit to Fall. We are going to need healers in every wing, as well as here on the ground.” Stopping with his combing of Rhaedalyn’s hair, R’nya slipped off the chair and onto his knees before her, tilting his head slightly as he peered up at her. “Half of Pern doesn’t believe it will come back,” he said with quiet insistence, losing his careful speech mannerisms in the process. “It will be back, but I don’t think half our upper riders believe that, never mind the holders. I think starting with the girls, will be the best way.” He paused, eyebrows furrowing. “What do you think?”
