[G] [C] 734.11.18 |Perfect Double Date

You should have brought Mizeath’s rider. the bronze dragon drawled, not at all unaware of the way R’nya was less than pleased about having dinner with Rhaedalyn and Z’ia; the bronzerider was completely unaware of the intended addition of K’tir at the private event.

That wouldn’t be fair, he sighed, frowning at the reflection of his own face in one of the small mirrors that was located in the new bathing rooms; there weren’t many of the precious things that had survived the landslide and the floods. Despite that, the entire population of Katila was evidentially as vain as the next person, since many had popped up and some people had purposefully ransacked the old bathing rooms to find the precious glasses.

To whom, sir? the dragon asked in response, enjoying the echoing silence that greeted his question, followed by the man’s soft sigh and slight shake of his head. Xyreith, smug, withdrew to leave his rider to ponder his thoughts in silence and settled back into the wallow he had managed to make for himself on the outskirts of the new Weyr, settling his chin lightly on his paws and watching those nearby go about their evening routines. Judging by some of the gossip he was hearing, some details about the evening’s events for the bronze and goldrider had leaked out. Xyreith’s lips drew back in a draconic smirk.

Brushing his fingers back through his hair with another sigh, R’nya straightened his shoulders and put in place the usual blank mask he was so regularly seen wearing. His clothing was immaculate as possible to be, given their home location and recent events, but they were clean, tidy and fit the man well enough. Adjusting his knots on his shoulder, R’nya opened the door and left the room he had been occupying, leaving it free for someone else to use. The knots were a not a new addition to his attire; R’nya had always been a stickler for propriety, but he was not overly pleased nor comfortable with the rank of Wingleader once again. His acceptance had a whole flurry of reasons behind it that R’nya was not in the mood to mull over at that moment.

With Xyreith clearly not interested in playing transporter, R’nya lifted a hand and allowed Whisper to alight on his hand, transferring her gently to his shoulder with a mild comment. It was probably a good thing K’tir had not arrived when the little gold left, for she would have spoiled the surprise. Instead, she had R’nd barely containing a grimace as she shared delighted flashes of Rhaedalyn and Z’ia being far too comfortable with one another for R’nya’s like. Once more, the bronzerider wondered again how he had managed to get himself roped into that night’s dinner.

He almost caught Xyreith’s retort, before the bronze thought better of it and sent the words scattering before R’nya could link them together. The bronzerider smirked internally; that meant there would have been a wonderful golden retort. The huffing he got out of that from Xyreith had the man almost snort out an amused laugh, but instead he refrained, stopping before Rhaedalyn’s door and knocking twice, with firm taps. He waited until it swung open before stepping inside.