07.Apr.19, 09:46 AM
Relief washed over R’nya when Rhaedalyn agreed that the idea was a good one, and he smiled just slightly, a physical display of the weight that had come off his shoulders. He knew Rhaedalyn wouldn’t lie to him; if she didn’t like the idea, she would have told him. Not as bluntly as some might have, but she would have made sure he was aware of exactly why it was a bad idea. That she was considering it good, and obviously thinking about why it was a good idea was why R’nya had brought it to her before voicing it to their mentors.
A nod was given and R’nya squeezed Rhaedalyn’s knee gently in a soft reassurance, his line of thought following hers without any additional prompting; Indeed, the idea of someone else winning one of Aradissicath’s flights filled both himself and Xyreith with an unbridled and jealous rage that it honestly frightened R’nya and he prayed they never had to find out what would happen in that scenario. He wasn’t even sure who was the base of the emotions, just that they bounced between himself and Xyreith until it was almost more than he could bear, and he had to push the thought aside before the intensity of the emotions stirred Xyreith out of the lazy nap he was enjoying.
R’nya gave a soft snort of laughter around the biscuit and toppings that was fed to him, the bronzerider giving his mate an affectionate and playfully exasperated look as he set about munching on the snack. He frowned slightly as he listened to Rhaedalyn bring forth more points, and R’nya rocked back on his heels as he considered what she was saying. “I agree,” he said, after finally swallowing the mouthful of masticated food. “Most of the greens have gone to Weyrbred girls; I think Vessaelia is the only Searchee who has claimed one.” Of course, while there were others, it was the dominant personalities like Indivara (though she was on blue, not green) and Daelyne who came to mind. Girls who knew what they wanted, and weren’t afraid to tell anyone who would listen (or wouldn’t, as the case may be) that they would get their goal.
“I was thinking,” R’nya said, after a moment of quiet consideration, “it has been hard enough to get the Holders to give up their women for gold; there are too many – some incredibly incorrect – assumptions about a greenriders’ life for them to agree to their daughters being Searched for fighter. But,” he drew the word out slowly, rocking back on his heels again and then crossing his legs so he sat at Rhaedalyn’s feet, frowning at her stomach but not seeing it, “if we Search from the poorer regions, they might be more willing if their daughter is promised a chance at a Healer education –“ he wasn’t going to try and force Verec to accept every girl they Searched; that wasn’t part of the deal! “And those girls tend to be… hardier.” He scrunched his nose up slightly and tilted his head at Rhaedalyn.
A nod was given and R’nya squeezed Rhaedalyn’s knee gently in a soft reassurance, his line of thought following hers without any additional prompting; Indeed, the idea of someone else winning one of Aradissicath’s flights filled both himself and Xyreith with an unbridled and jealous rage that it honestly frightened R’nya and he prayed they never had to find out what would happen in that scenario. He wasn’t even sure who was the base of the emotions, just that they bounced between himself and Xyreith until it was almost more than he could bear, and he had to push the thought aside before the intensity of the emotions stirred Xyreith out of the lazy nap he was enjoying.
R’nya gave a soft snort of laughter around the biscuit and toppings that was fed to him, the bronzerider giving his mate an affectionate and playfully exasperated look as he set about munching on the snack. He frowned slightly as he listened to Rhaedalyn bring forth more points, and R’nya rocked back on his heels as he considered what she was saying. “I agree,” he said, after finally swallowing the mouthful of masticated food. “Most of the greens have gone to Weyrbred girls; I think Vessaelia is the only Searchee who has claimed one.” Of course, while there were others, it was the dominant personalities like Indivara (though she was on blue, not green) and Daelyne who came to mind. Girls who knew what they wanted, and weren’t afraid to tell anyone who would listen (or wouldn’t, as the case may be) that they would get their goal.
“I was thinking,” R’nya said, after a moment of quiet consideration, “it has been hard enough to get the Holders to give up their women for gold; there are too many – some incredibly incorrect – assumptions about a greenriders’ life for them to agree to their daughters being Searched for fighter. But,” he drew the word out slowly, rocking back on his heels again and then crossing his legs so he sat at Rhaedalyn’s feet, frowning at her stomach but not seeing it, “if we Search from the poorer regions, they might be more willing if their daughter is promised a chance at a Healer education –“ he wasn’t going to try and force Verec to accept every girl they Searched; that wasn’t part of the deal! “And those girls tend to be… hardier.” He scrunched his nose up slightly and tilted his head at Rhaedalyn.