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15.Jan.15, 08:44 AM
R’nya had had a particularly enjoyable day.
That was not so much to say his other days in life had not been enjoyable; for the most part, they had. But generally speaking R’nya went out of his way to make sure the girls that surrounded him were the ones that had particularly enjoyable days, and he enjoyed making sure they had more good days than not. Having just about each and every one of them make sure he had a good day was a wonderful surprise and a delightful treat. R’nya was glowing about as brightly as a queen due to fly – in his own way, of course – but any one of his girls would have been able to see it, even if the rest of the population were oblivious to the fact that Mr. Stoic was bubbling on the inside with joy.
The lunch had been spectacular, and R’nya had made sure to try all the dishes, particularly those that were handed to him by either of the excited girls, though with her belly so rounded with her soon to be born babe, R’nya amended he should not refer to the two young goldriders as ‘girls’ so much as women. He hoped Kahleena would be lucky enough to fall pregnant in the coming months or years; the wistful looks she sent Rhaedalyn when the other was not looking belied both her joy for her friend and her own jealous sorrow. He had not managed to wrangle the full story from the girl yet, but he had a fair idea.
When Rhaedalyn mentioned the baby wriggling, R’nya was as politely delighted to have his hand placed on the squirming bump as ever, the battle of manners and shyness long since abandoned. R’nya could still recall the first time she had mentioned the baby moving around him and that she had grabbed his hand and put it on her stomach before either of them realised what was happening. The way Kahleena had barged in and practically pressed both hands and her cheek to Rhaedalyn’s stomach had told R’nya a lot about the unthinking action; he had wondered how many times Kahleena had near tackled the other goldrider before Rhaedalyn had started taking the initiative. The next few times had been a bit of an awkward dance before the dragons had done their thing – or Aradissicath had and Xyreith had watched with mirth.
When lunch was done – and it certainly was not a short picnic – R’nya had escorted the two young goldriders back to the Weyr proper, before diverting to take Xyreith for a bath, after which he enjoyed a thorough soak himself. Clean and shaven, R’nya had donned one of his better outfits before climbing aboard Xyreith; the day with his goldriders was to be wrapped up with an evening with Quilriana, and R’nya was no less delighted by that then he had been by lunch!
Fortunately, for R’nya, Quilriana, and little Miss Whisper, the two humans were enjoying lazy pillow talk and teasing touches when the gold firelizard popped into the bedroom chittering her news. While the bronzerider had been slow to pay her attention, once Whisper had managed to convoy her news R’nya all but fell out of the bed in his surprise and haste, neatly stealing the sheet he had been playfully fighting with Quilriana over in the process. Hastily reclothing himself – and being saved from wearing his shirt inside-out only by his companion’s laughter – R’nya pressed a hasty but no less affectionate kiss to the woman’s lips before dashing to find his dragon as quietly and quickly as possible. There was no need to wake up everyone within the area!
Xyreith was near dancing on the spot when R’nya finally met him, lowering himself so much so that R’nya very nearly toppled right over the other side when he flung himself atop the great bronze. A few moments later, and Xyreith was replying to the watch dragon’s greeting, and angling in on where Rhaedalyn was, urged by information given to them from the distracted Aradissicath. While Xyreith trotted happily off to be with his mate, chortling to himself about R’nya and thoroughly enjoying the images he would share with Aradissicath when she was of a mind to relish them, R’nya peered with wide eyes through the doorway and into the room where Rhaedalyn was holed up.
The bronzerider’s eyes opened wider still at the pained sound Rhaedalyn made as a contraction hit. It was not that he had never seen nor heard a woman in labour before – he certainly had. Rather, it was the fact that it was Rhaedalyn who was so very clearly not enjoying herself and the fact that the good for nothing Z’ia was both responsible and disgusting enough to duck out of the responsibility of caring for the woman and the child by crushing Rhaedalyn’s heart and leaving R’nya to mop up the mess. Well, that really was just vulgar behaviour!
Not that R’nya thought for one moment having the bluerider around was the better scenario. That, however, was not the point! Creeping into the room carefully so as not to bother any of the fussing healers, R’nya found a mostly out of the way spot by the side of Rhaedalyn’s bed, brushing her hair off her face, expression concerned as he offered his other hand for the purpose of being crushed.
Boy or girl?
… It has to be born before I can tell you that!
… Your guess, Sir. Do you think it will be a boy, or a girl? He couldn’t believe he had to actually spell it out, and the disgust was plainly apparent in the bronze dragon’s expression, posture, and the way his voice rolled around R’nya’s mind with exasperation.
Um… Boy?
That was not so much to say his other days in life had not been enjoyable; for the most part, they had. But generally speaking R’nya went out of his way to make sure the girls that surrounded him were the ones that had particularly enjoyable days, and he enjoyed making sure they had more good days than not. Having just about each and every one of them make sure he had a good day was a wonderful surprise and a delightful treat. R’nya was glowing about as brightly as a queen due to fly – in his own way, of course – but any one of his girls would have been able to see it, even if the rest of the population were oblivious to the fact that Mr. Stoic was bubbling on the inside with joy.
The lunch had been spectacular, and R’nya had made sure to try all the dishes, particularly those that were handed to him by either of the excited girls, though with her belly so rounded with her soon to be born babe, R’nya amended he should not refer to the two young goldriders as ‘girls’ so much as women. He hoped Kahleena would be lucky enough to fall pregnant in the coming months or years; the wistful looks she sent Rhaedalyn when the other was not looking belied both her joy for her friend and her own jealous sorrow. He had not managed to wrangle the full story from the girl yet, but he had a fair idea.
When Rhaedalyn mentioned the baby wriggling, R’nya was as politely delighted to have his hand placed on the squirming bump as ever, the battle of manners and shyness long since abandoned. R’nya could still recall the first time she had mentioned the baby moving around him and that she had grabbed his hand and put it on her stomach before either of them realised what was happening. The way Kahleena had barged in and practically pressed both hands and her cheek to Rhaedalyn’s stomach had told R’nya a lot about the unthinking action; he had wondered how many times Kahleena had near tackled the other goldrider before Rhaedalyn had started taking the initiative. The next few times had been a bit of an awkward dance before the dragons had done their thing – or Aradissicath had and Xyreith had watched with mirth.
When lunch was done – and it certainly was not a short picnic – R’nya had escorted the two young goldriders back to the Weyr proper, before diverting to take Xyreith for a bath, after which he enjoyed a thorough soak himself. Clean and shaven, R’nya had donned one of his better outfits before climbing aboard Xyreith; the day with his goldriders was to be wrapped up with an evening with Quilriana, and R’nya was no less delighted by that then he had been by lunch!
Fortunately, for R’nya, Quilriana, and little Miss Whisper, the two humans were enjoying lazy pillow talk and teasing touches when the gold firelizard popped into the bedroom chittering her news. While the bronzerider had been slow to pay her attention, once Whisper had managed to convoy her news R’nya all but fell out of the bed in his surprise and haste, neatly stealing the sheet he had been playfully fighting with Quilriana over in the process. Hastily reclothing himself – and being saved from wearing his shirt inside-out only by his companion’s laughter – R’nya pressed a hasty but no less affectionate kiss to the woman’s lips before dashing to find his dragon as quietly and quickly as possible. There was no need to wake up everyone within the area!
Xyreith was near dancing on the spot when R’nya finally met him, lowering himself so much so that R’nya very nearly toppled right over the other side when he flung himself atop the great bronze. A few moments later, and Xyreith was replying to the watch dragon’s greeting, and angling in on where Rhaedalyn was, urged by information given to them from the distracted Aradissicath. While Xyreith trotted happily off to be with his mate, chortling to himself about R’nya and thoroughly enjoying the images he would share with Aradissicath when she was of a mind to relish them, R’nya peered with wide eyes through the doorway and into the room where Rhaedalyn was holed up.
The bronzerider’s eyes opened wider still at the pained sound Rhaedalyn made as a contraction hit. It was not that he had never seen nor heard a woman in labour before – he certainly had. Rather, it was the fact that it was Rhaedalyn who was so very clearly not enjoying herself and the fact that the good for nothing Z’ia was both responsible and disgusting enough to duck out of the responsibility of caring for the woman and the child by crushing Rhaedalyn’s heart and leaving R’nya to mop up the mess. Well, that really was just vulgar behaviour!
Not that R’nya thought for one moment having the bluerider around was the better scenario. That, however, was not the point! Creeping into the room carefully so as not to bother any of the fussing healers, R’nya found a mostly out of the way spot by the side of Rhaedalyn’s bed, brushing her hair off her face, expression concerned as he offered his other hand for the purpose of being crushed.
… It has to be born before I can tell you that!
Um… Boy?
