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01.Sep.13, 08:14 PM
The past four days had felt like an eternity - or at least a week! R'nya was sure he started going grey the moment it became obvious that Aradissicath was coming into heat; The bronzerider had been one of the first to be alerted, and not because of his own keen eye, but because of that of Xyreith. Apparently, the great bronze took more notice of the girls' dragons than even R"nya had given him credit for. It should have been a warning.
Rhaedalyn had been interesting to deal with those few days, though R'nya had quickly put aside her concerns to be dealt with by the other goldriders and her weyrlingmaster - people who were of far more use to the girl at such times than he. He set his attnetion on keeping far too eager hands off the poor girl's body, and hungry eyes at a reasonable distance. Some of the bronze and brownriders at Katila had very little in the way of manners, and R'nya was quite sure it was because they spent far too much time flying with greens. It didn't help that Jada had become somewhat permiscuous as a result of Krypth's regular rising, and many of the men seemed to feel that such attitudes should be present in the other girls.
It took a fist to one man's face to convince him otherwise. R'nya hadn't been intending to get to the point where physical violence was needed, and was happy that Rhaedalyn seemed ignorent to the words the man had spoken. Perhaps if she had heard them, she wouldn't have been so shocked when R'nya did punch the bloke in the face. As it was, te bronzerider didn't have it in him to tell her what had been said. Rhaedalyn was far too sweet for the game she had been thrown in to, and he didn't want to be one to take a hand in bittering her attitude. He was, however, pleased when S'kef turned a blind eye to the event.
Sir. The sound of his dragon's voice caused R'nya to look up from the paper he had been working on for S'kef, a write up of several riders he had dealth with before he had stepped down as a Wingleader. It was still ridiculously early, and R'nya was surprised his dragon was even vaguely conscious at such a time. Yes, Xyreith? When no immediate answer came, R'nya lowered his gaze once more to his work, only to pause dramatically as the familiarly unfamilar sensation tingled down his spine. The sudden increase in heart-rate was as much from shock as it was from the bronze dragons growing lust.
"Xyreith?" R'nya's voice trembled slightly, and he carefully put aside his pen, standing up and walkign with a calmness he didn't feel tot he door of his hut, opening it slowly and peering out at his dragon with wide blue-grey eyes. "..." The bronze dragon was pacing quietly, eyes staring determinedly in the direction of a hut R'nya knew was Rhaedalyn's, and his own gaze shifted as they both watched Aradissicath appear, and then vanish again between two buildings.It is time. R'nya's trembling increased as he was slowly overwhelmed by his dragon's lust, and he gripped the doorframe tightly.
"We are not chasing, Xyreith."
We are. The bronze unfurled his wings, and took to the sky with a graceful leap, leaving his startled bonded to stare up after him, before a shudder rippled through him with great determination and R'nya wavered where he stood. He had never been good at handling flightlust, and it was not made any easier by Xyreith's general lack of chasing. He knew R'nya wasn't really into that scene of dragonriding life, and he was not all that eager to fly greens, at any rate. But this gold didn't drive him insane (like Krypth and Okalinath) and that was a good enough reason for him.
Left without a lift, R'nya literally stumbled the track of well worn paths from his hut down to where Rhaedalyn's was, knowing (hoping) the girl wouldn't have gotten too far from there. He could feel Xyreith's satisfaction as he watched Aradissicath blood her beasts, the bronze carefully snatching his own and downing the green ichor as he waited. He didn't feel he really required the additional boost, but why risk losing, when he could further guarantee a win?
Rhaedalyn had been interesting to deal with those few days, though R'nya had quickly put aside her concerns to be dealt with by the other goldriders and her weyrlingmaster - people who were of far more use to the girl at such times than he. He set his attnetion on keeping far too eager hands off the poor girl's body, and hungry eyes at a reasonable distance. Some of the bronze and brownriders at Katila had very little in the way of manners, and R'nya was quite sure it was because they spent far too much time flying with greens. It didn't help that Jada had become somewhat permiscuous as a result of Krypth's regular rising, and many of the men seemed to feel that such attitudes should be present in the other girls.
It took a fist to one man's face to convince him otherwise. R'nya hadn't been intending to get to the point where physical violence was needed, and was happy that Rhaedalyn seemed ignorent to the words the man had spoken. Perhaps if she had heard them, she wouldn't have been so shocked when R'nya did punch the bloke in the face. As it was, te bronzerider didn't have it in him to tell her what had been said. Rhaedalyn was far too sweet for the game she had been thrown in to, and he didn't want to be one to take a hand in bittering her attitude. He was, however, pleased when S'kef turned a blind eye to the event.
"Xyreith?" R'nya's voice trembled slightly, and he carefully put aside his pen, standing up and walkign with a calmness he didn't feel tot he door of his hut, opening it slowly and peering out at his dragon with wide blue-grey eyes. "..." The bronze dragon was pacing quietly, eyes staring determinedly in the direction of a hut R'nya knew was Rhaedalyn's, and his own gaze shifted as they both watched Aradissicath appear, and then vanish again between two buildings.
"We are not chasing, Xyreith."
Left without a lift, R'nya literally stumbled the track of well worn paths from his hut down to where Rhaedalyn's was, knowing (hoping) the girl wouldn't have gotten too far from there. He could feel Xyreith's satisfaction as he watched Aradissicath blood her beasts, the bronze carefully snatching his own and downing the green ichor as he waited. He didn't feel he really required the additional boost, but why risk losing, when he could further guarantee a win?
