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13.Jan.14, 12:09 PM
The sound that rumbled free of Xyreith was somewhere in the vicinity of a sickly gurgle tainted with an excited squeal. R’nya just about dropped his drink as he spun around to gawk at his dragon, wondering where from between such an ungainly sound had come from, and why the heck it was coming from his dragon. Xyreith’s expression was almost comical enough to make the bronzerider laugh out loud (though he naturally refrained) and the way his eyes were flickering colours was almost enough to make R’nya sick looking at; he shifted his gaze to focus more on Xyreith’s nose.
“What in the world?” His voice was purely confused, and R’nya stepped a few feet closer to his dragon. They had been making their way around what was slowly becoming the new Katila, checking up on goldriders and the young women hoping to become one, while R’nya tried to figure out what the majority of the girls had planned. They did not all get along, and they were not all as friendly with one another as he would have liked. This, R’nya was unfortunate enough to know, meant he would either end up having to slough through six separate birthday parties and politely eat cake at all of them – or all hell would break loose and they’d actually work together to torture him.
Neither sounded particularly appealing, and he was in the process of working out an escape plan with Xyreith when the sound had been created by his usually much more dignified dragon. The man was still gawking at the beast in concern.
They hatch! Excitement suddenly laced the dragon’s tone, and he bounced forward – swiftly closing the distance between himself and R’nya – and lowered his head enough for the man to scramble aboard with more determination than grace. Then Xyreith was half bouncing half gliding to the Hatching Sands, a rumbling hum resonating in his throat and the entire ordeal quickly alerting the Weyr to what was happening. R’nya, for his part, simply tried to be invisible as his face heated up at his dragon’s ridiculous antics. How embarrassing!
Xyreith stopped in the entrance way, fast and sudden enough that R’nya was catapulted off his neck and over his head. The dragon’s quick reflexes caught the man in one outstretched paw, and he gently set R’nya down – the withering glare of death the bronzerider was aiming at his dragon would normally have had an apology being given. Xyreith, however, was far too busy looking from Aradissicath to the clutch and back again. He gave a sudden croon of delight and strode smugly across the sands to the gold’s side, nudging her shoulder with his nose, before licking her cheek.
R’nya half expected the great lump to start bouncing on the spot chanting ‘yay’, what with how he had been behaving since Aradissicath contacted him, and he stood in the entranceway glowering at the bronze beast for several moments before he realised there were anxious candidates too afraid to worm their way past him. He flashed the lot of them an irritated look, and stalked across the sands to where Xyreith was with the girls. A deep sigh was puffed out half way there, and R’nya settled himself beside Rhaedalyn as he flashed the girl a gentle smile.
“A lovely way to end the day,” he tossed Rhaedalyn a wink, but kept a polite distance between them. He had been privately awkward ever since their flight, unsure on how to handle his own tumbling storm of emotions and thoughts and desires that came into play around the young goldrider. He had withdrawn entirely, however, when he had realised that whatever it was budding between Rhaedalyn and the bluerider Z’ia appeared to be serious – at least on Rhaedalyn’s part; the coiling vine of jealousy that had threaded through him would not allow him to acknowledge Z’ia as anything positive. So he had withdrawn, refusing to give anyone any reason to gossip about them, or cause trouble.
Rhaedalyn seemed happy, and R’nya was quite capable of being happy for the young woman.
“What in the world?” His voice was purely confused, and R’nya stepped a few feet closer to his dragon. They had been making their way around what was slowly becoming the new Katila, checking up on goldriders and the young women hoping to become one, while R’nya tried to figure out what the majority of the girls had planned. They did not all get along, and they were not all as friendly with one another as he would have liked. This, R’nya was unfortunate enough to know, meant he would either end up having to slough through six separate birthday parties and politely eat cake at all of them – or all hell would break loose and they’d actually work together to torture him.
Neither sounded particularly appealing, and he was in the process of working out an escape plan with Xyreith when the sound had been created by his usually much more dignified dragon. The man was still gawking at the beast in concern.
Xyreith stopped in the entrance way, fast and sudden enough that R’nya was catapulted off his neck and over his head. The dragon’s quick reflexes caught the man in one outstretched paw, and he gently set R’nya down – the withering glare of death the bronzerider was aiming at his dragon would normally have had an apology being given. Xyreith, however, was far too busy looking from Aradissicath to the clutch and back again. He gave a sudden croon of delight and strode smugly across the sands to the gold’s side, nudging her shoulder with his nose, before licking her cheek.
R’nya half expected the great lump to start bouncing on the spot chanting ‘yay’, what with how he had been behaving since Aradissicath contacted him, and he stood in the entranceway glowering at the bronze beast for several moments before he realised there were anxious candidates too afraid to worm their way past him. He flashed the lot of them an irritated look, and stalked across the sands to where Xyreith was with the girls. A deep sigh was puffed out half way there, and R’nya settled himself beside Rhaedalyn as he flashed the girl a gentle smile.
“A lovely way to end the day,” he tossed Rhaedalyn a wink, but kept a polite distance between them. He had been privately awkward ever since their flight, unsure on how to handle his own tumbling storm of emotions and thoughts and desires that came into play around the young goldrider. He had withdrawn entirely, however, when he had realised that whatever it was budding between Rhaedalyn and the bluerider Z’ia appeared to be serious – at least on Rhaedalyn’s part; the coiling vine of jealousy that had threaded through him would not allow him to acknowledge Z’ia as anything positive. So he had withdrawn, refusing to give anyone any reason to gossip about them, or cause trouble.
Rhaedalyn seemed happy, and R’nya was quite capable of being happy for the young woman.
