09.Feb.14, 03:04 AM
Rhaedalyn knew how exciting it was to have the Searchriders back on proper Search again and for the most part she was as thrilled about it as they were. However, given she had been kidnapped and brought to Katila without a choice, it was a bit disappointing as well. Why hadn’t they thought it okay so many turns ago to ask people to go with them? It had all worked out in the end, of course, and she wouldn’t have changed how she arrived or Impressing but she supposed it was a bit of bitterness and possibly even jealousy that she tasted.
It was also nice to know that Aradissicath’s clutch would have more than enough Candidates to be greeted by. She had secretly worried about the dwindling pool of those eligible with how large the clutch ended up being but S’kef had eased her mind with the opening of Searching once more. So, naturally, she had to spy on the arrival of the first batch brought back when she heard the rumours being whispered about such a thing.
They all looked so young and a cross between afraid and in awe. She could understand that all too well but Rhaedalyn decided they seemed like a good group all the same and didn’t mind the idea of them being near the eggs. Of course Aradissicath didn’t want anyone around regardless of who they were but the kids seemed like they would respect her and the eggs enough that they wouldn’t get sat on.
She was on her way back from scoping out the arrivals when pieces of parchment flapped lightly against the wall in the slight breeze that was trying to cool everything down. Why would someone use the entrance to the Hatching Sands as a place to hang a memo? It wasn’t like many came around, especially with Aradissicath’s mood of late – unless it was about the Sands or the dragon. More than a little worried all of a sudden, Rhaedalyn jogged up to one of the papers to see what it said.
She immediately wished she hadn’t.
At seeing her name, Rhaedalyn frowned and began to worry all the more but once she realised what it was she was reading, her breath hitched and panic set in. What had been written about her? Why had it been written? Did someone hate her that much to write horrible things about her? If knowing she was a part of one of the stories written by some mysterious being wasn’t bad enough, seeing all the participants and what she was doing most certainly did her in.
Her lower lip began to tremble as she read the so-called fun she was having and the way R’nya promoted it and apparently them. Rhaedalyn knew the goldriders and Candidates were seen as R’nya’s Golden Girls and he was even called their pimp by some people but she didn’t think someone would have taken it quite so literally! It was horrifying to see how someone viewed their friendship and how R’nya didn’t seem fazed at all by it.
Then it happened – Z’ia made his appearance. Rhaedalyn was certain she would cry as her darling bluerider was dragged into the mess and how he was portrayed as enjoying his time with her and Kahleena. They were friends that shared everything but Rhaedalyn wasn’t sure she could share a man with her – or anyone.
Mortified and unsure if she was actually on the verge of crying or ready to find the writer and punch him, Rhaedalyn quickly backed away from the paper and right into someone. As she turned and saw who it was, she realised that perhaps she was closer to crying than anything else after all.
ooc: In response to Mysterious Note 6.
It was also nice to know that Aradissicath’s clutch would have more than enough Candidates to be greeted by. She had secretly worried about the dwindling pool of those eligible with how large the clutch ended up being but S’kef had eased her mind with the opening of Searching once more. So, naturally, she had to spy on the arrival of the first batch brought back when she heard the rumours being whispered about such a thing.
They all looked so young and a cross between afraid and in awe. She could understand that all too well but Rhaedalyn decided they seemed like a good group all the same and didn’t mind the idea of them being near the eggs. Of course Aradissicath didn’t want anyone around regardless of who they were but the kids seemed like they would respect her and the eggs enough that they wouldn’t get sat on.
She was on her way back from scoping out the arrivals when pieces of parchment flapped lightly against the wall in the slight breeze that was trying to cool everything down. Why would someone use the entrance to the Hatching Sands as a place to hang a memo? It wasn’t like many came around, especially with Aradissicath’s mood of late – unless it was about the Sands or the dragon. More than a little worried all of a sudden, Rhaedalyn jogged up to one of the papers to see what it said.
She immediately wished she hadn’t.
At seeing her name, Rhaedalyn frowned and began to worry all the more but once she realised what it was she was reading, her breath hitched and panic set in. What had been written about her? Why had it been written? Did someone hate her that much to write horrible things about her? If knowing she was a part of one of the stories written by some mysterious being wasn’t bad enough, seeing all the participants and what she was doing most certainly did her in.
Her lower lip began to tremble as she read the so-called fun she was having and the way R’nya promoted it and apparently them. Rhaedalyn knew the goldriders and Candidates were seen as R’nya’s Golden Girls and he was even called their pimp by some people but she didn’t think someone would have taken it quite so literally! It was horrifying to see how someone viewed their friendship and how R’nya didn’t seem fazed at all by it.
Then it happened – Z’ia made his appearance. Rhaedalyn was certain she would cry as her darling bluerider was dragged into the mess and how he was portrayed as enjoying his time with her and Kahleena. They were friends that shared everything but Rhaedalyn wasn’t sure she could share a man with her – or anyone.
Mortified and unsure if she was actually on the verge of crying or ready to find the writer and punch him, Rhaedalyn quickly backed away from the paper and right into someone. As she turned and saw who it was, she realised that perhaps she was closer to crying than anything else after all.
ooc: In response to Mysterious Note 6.