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16.Feb.12, 04:24 AM
Grey eyes flashed briefly with confusion and then intrigue at Lymsleia’s soft mumbling when he swore he heard something about rolling around in the grass with him. R’nd could already tell she felt a bit awkward around two riders and so asking her to repeat that a bit more clearly wouldn’t do well with his attempts at encouraging her out of her shell and to relax, even though that sounded like an open-invitation for sex to him. Most other riders would have used that as excuse enough to steal her away to their hut and R’nd admitted he could be that type in some situations but this time, he’d leave it as an unheard mumbling of a lost girl. Chuckling softly with a sweet smile, R’nd helped Lymsleia back to her feet, careful to watch for knees giving out again or loss of footing, whether done accidentally or not.
“I assure you, my dear, for all of our playfulness and how comfortable we are with each other, I’shan and I are not weyrmates,” R’nd was proud of himself for not stumbling over that word of commitment. He was more the type to make sure everyone was given a chance, fancying himself an equal opportunity lover. “And I encourage you to follow your desires, wherever they may lead you.” He honestly wasn’t sure where that would be either. Normally he could read a person quite well and hazard a fairly reasonable guess as to how things would play out but Lymsleia still seemed hesitant and changing her mind often. He was also thrown off by the way she couldn’t choose just one but didn’t want to pick them both together either, had possibly propositioned him, but now… sometimes he understood why men frequented his bed more regularly than women.
“No, I don’t think you’d settle for anything less than what you truly want. I was there when the weyrleader presented his decision and saw you arguing it. You follow your heart which is admirable.” He finally released Lymsleia’s hand, having held it during his confirmation she wasn’t about to be a wedge between an unstoppable duo and giving it a faint squeeze when he spoke of encouragement.
He returned to Ayyonth’s side, lightly hip-checking I’shan along the way as revenge for the way his friend had tried to scramble free of his hold earlier. There was definitely something there, and not just a desire to avoid ruining any play R’nd was after either. The glance he gave I’shan was brief but spoke volumes of how he would get every last detail currently being withheld him the second they were alone together. But all of that was still just a way to avoid the touchy subject of the Stolen. Leaning against his lifemate with one hand idly stroking the soft cerulean hide, his attention went back to the woman and he dove in with the best answers he could provide to soothe the envy she didn’t need to have; at least not in those areas.
“While I was traditionally Searched, in a way, I still didn’t have complete control over going to Benden Weyr or not. I was thrilled by it so I did end up going willingly but it doesn’t compare to what some of the Candidates from my Clutch and the current one are going through. You also have to remember that coming South wasn’t really our choice either,” R’nd didn’t want to bring up the specifics of the plague or how it was to leave his family for this life and live nearly alone until the call to unite came. He assumed I’shan felt the same way and hoped Lymsleia would pick up on that being a sensitive subject given how his voice softened at the mere hinting and gaze drifted to the other bluerider both for support and to make sure he hadn’t upset the man. There were some souls you just didn’t want to rouse the wrong way and that strange sensation of guilt would eat at him for being the cause of hurting I’shan.
“I assure you, my dear, for all of our playfulness and how comfortable we are with each other, I’shan and I are not weyrmates,” R’nd was proud of himself for not stumbling over that word of commitment. He was more the type to make sure everyone was given a chance, fancying himself an equal opportunity lover. “And I encourage you to follow your desires, wherever they may lead you.” He honestly wasn’t sure where that would be either. Normally he could read a person quite well and hazard a fairly reasonable guess as to how things would play out but Lymsleia still seemed hesitant and changing her mind often. He was also thrown off by the way she couldn’t choose just one but didn’t want to pick them both together either, had possibly propositioned him, but now… sometimes he understood why men frequented his bed more regularly than women.
“No, I don’t think you’d settle for anything less than what you truly want. I was there when the weyrleader presented his decision and saw you arguing it. You follow your heart which is admirable.” He finally released Lymsleia’s hand, having held it during his confirmation she wasn’t about to be a wedge between an unstoppable duo and giving it a faint squeeze when he spoke of encouragement.
He returned to Ayyonth’s side, lightly hip-checking I’shan along the way as revenge for the way his friend had tried to scramble free of his hold earlier. There was definitely something there, and not just a desire to avoid ruining any play R’nd was after either. The glance he gave I’shan was brief but spoke volumes of how he would get every last detail currently being withheld him the second they were alone together. But all of that was still just a way to avoid the touchy subject of the Stolen. Leaning against his lifemate with one hand idly stroking the soft cerulean hide, his attention went back to the woman and he dove in with the best answers he could provide to soothe the envy she didn’t need to have; at least not in those areas.
“While I was traditionally Searched, in a way, I still didn’t have complete control over going to Benden Weyr or not. I was thrilled by it so I did end up going willingly but it doesn’t compare to what some of the Candidates from my Clutch and the current one are going through. You also have to remember that coming South wasn’t really our choice either,” R’nd didn’t want to bring up the specifics of the plague or how it was to leave his family for this life and live nearly alone until the call to unite came. He assumed I’shan felt the same way and hoped Lymsleia would pick up on that being a sensitive subject given how his voice softened at the mere hinting and gaze drifted to the other bluerider both for support and to make sure he hadn’t upset the man. There were some souls you just didn’t want to rouse the wrong way and that strange sensation of guilt would eat at him for being the cause of hurting I’shan.
