10.Nov.14, 07:38 AM
R’nya looked up from the cup of Klah he was sipping as he went over his notes on the last wing practice, and the general paperwork associated with running the Weyr. The bronzerider knew he was Weyrleader in everything but name and he did not like it. However, on the same token, R’nya knew it was also a matter of doing something yourself, if you want it done right, and he wanted it done right!
Flicking through the papers, R’nya raised an eyebrow as the little gold firelizard landed on his table and waited for her to inform him of why it was she was visiting. Reaching out, he retrieved a sheet before she could stand on it and smear the carefully written and still wet ink with her little feet. While the little critter did not seem particularly keen on actually telling him what was going on – opting to simply stare at him with one eye and her head titled – Xyreith decided to rumble softly and put his eye to the window closest to R’nya.The babies begin, he informed cheerfully, blinking before removing his head and trotting off towards the Hatching grounds, leaving his rider to tidy up and make his way over on his own.
R’nya did not bother to rush too much, patting Whisper on the head lightly and watched as she took to the air and winked between, presumably to where Rhaedalyn was undoubtedly with Aradissicath. Setting his work to one side in a neat pile, R’nya placed a clean, water-polished rock on top of them to hold them in place and moved to his room to find some appropriate clothing before making his way to the bathing pools. Dragonets were never overly enthusiastic about leaving their shells, and so R’nya was not in any huge hurry to get himself from home to hot sands. Besides, a bath was called for and he did not fancy greeting his dragon’s offspring whilst smelly.
Running his fingers through towel-dried hair, R’nya made his way around the edge of the gathering numbers of people to where Aradissicath was clearly visible. Pale eyes searched out Rhaedalyn and his eyes brightened in a smile that did not show on his lips as he spotted the young woman. Making his way to Rhaedalyn – with appropriate pauses along the way to return greetings and offer acknowledgement of comments – R’nya reached the young woman as the eggs finally seemed to start putting some determination into their march for freedom. His hand reached out to rest lightly on the small of Rhaedalyn’s back, far more hovering, and he leaned over to place a chaste kiss on her cheek. “You look wonderful, my dear,” was murmured softly.
Stepping back lightly and allowing them both their own personal space once more, the bronzerider folded his hands together behind his back and surveyed the eggs before shifting his attention back to the gathering individuals. He could spot several of those from various ranks within the Telgar Hold boundaries, as well as what was clearly the wide-eyed parents of the peasants that had been Searched for the last few clutches, the present included. He was hopefully the dragonriders would behave themselves… However, R’nya would avoid holding his breath on that one; he was not stupid.
As he looked around, pale eyes alighted on Quilriana and her children, and R’nya’s expression both relaxed and brightened, the bronzerider waving in a quiet, somewhat shy way when the little girl spotted him and waved enthusiastically at him with a big grin. He could see the bright yellow ribbons in her hair he’d bought her as a little Hatching Invitation Gift when he last visited Quilriana; the little boy had the bronze firelizard-dragon toy he’d managed to find. While the bronzerider was not sure he ever would have met the children if they had not come barging in to the tavern one evening while he was pretending to drink while chatting to Quilriana as she worked, he wasn’t completely adverse to them either. However, he was quite sure Quilriana found his timidity around her children amusing.
Xyreith’s sudden rumble of approval from beside Aradissicath broke up the sound of humming, and R’nya’s gaze shot back to the eggs, rocking forward slightly onto the balls of his feet in anticipation as the first dragonet Hatched.
Flicking through the papers, R’nya raised an eyebrow as the little gold firelizard landed on his table and waited for her to inform him of why it was she was visiting. Reaching out, he retrieved a sheet before she could stand on it and smear the carefully written and still wet ink with her little feet. While the little critter did not seem particularly keen on actually telling him what was going on – opting to simply stare at him with one eye and her head titled – Xyreith decided to rumble softly and put his eye to the window closest to R’nya.
R’nya did not bother to rush too much, patting Whisper on the head lightly and watched as she took to the air and winked between, presumably to where Rhaedalyn was undoubtedly with Aradissicath. Setting his work to one side in a neat pile, R’nya placed a clean, water-polished rock on top of them to hold them in place and moved to his room to find some appropriate clothing before making his way to the bathing pools. Dragonets were never overly enthusiastic about leaving their shells, and so R’nya was not in any huge hurry to get himself from home to hot sands. Besides, a bath was called for and he did not fancy greeting his dragon’s offspring whilst smelly.
Running his fingers through towel-dried hair, R’nya made his way around the edge of the gathering numbers of people to where Aradissicath was clearly visible. Pale eyes searched out Rhaedalyn and his eyes brightened in a smile that did not show on his lips as he spotted the young woman. Making his way to Rhaedalyn – with appropriate pauses along the way to return greetings and offer acknowledgement of comments – R’nya reached the young woman as the eggs finally seemed to start putting some determination into their march for freedom. His hand reached out to rest lightly on the small of Rhaedalyn’s back, far more hovering, and he leaned over to place a chaste kiss on her cheek. “You look wonderful, my dear,” was murmured softly.
Stepping back lightly and allowing them both their own personal space once more, the bronzerider folded his hands together behind his back and surveyed the eggs before shifting his attention back to the gathering individuals. He could spot several of those from various ranks within the Telgar Hold boundaries, as well as what was clearly the wide-eyed parents of the peasants that had been Searched for the last few clutches, the present included. He was hopefully the dragonriders would behave themselves… However, R’nya would avoid holding his breath on that one; he was not stupid.
As he looked around, pale eyes alighted on Quilriana and her children, and R’nya’s expression both relaxed and brightened, the bronzerider waving in a quiet, somewhat shy way when the little girl spotted him and waved enthusiastically at him with a big grin. He could see the bright yellow ribbons in her hair he’d bought her as a little Hatching Invitation Gift when he last visited Quilriana; the little boy had the bronze firelizard-dragon toy he’d managed to find. While the bronzerider was not sure he ever would have met the children if they had not come barging in to the tavern one evening while he was pretending to drink while chatting to Quilriana as she worked, he wasn’t completely adverse to them either. However, he was quite sure Quilriana found his timidity around her children amusing.
Xyreith’s sudden rumble of approval from beside Aradissicath broke up the sound of humming, and R’nya’s gaze shot back to the eggs, rocking forward slightly onto the balls of his feet in anticipation as the first dragonet Hatched.