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03.Apr.15, 11:33 AM
R’nya had not even been in the Weyr for the past several days. After setting up D’hys to keep track of both Katila but mostly the various members of their wing, R’nya had given in to the teasing comments from Quilriana and taken a holiday, if only for a few days, and it had been quite lovely to get out of the Weyr and away from the various responsibilities that it entailed. Mostly, R’nya had enjoyed himself, though the children Quilriana called her own made him quietly sad to be away from Alyren, and he was particularly and uncomfortably aware that Quilriana wasn’t Rhaedalyn, the bronzerider had thoroughly enjoyed spending time with them. Besides – he was only a few seconds away from anyone that wanted him, via dragon or firelizard. Right?
It was entirely possibly R’nya would have missed Aradissicath’s flight – a horrific scenario R’nya did not dare imagine – had it not been for a green Weyrling that had been sent to inform him of the gold dragon’s warning glow. The bronzerider wasn’t entirely sure which member of Katila had sent the young man to find him, but he suspected D’hys had been behind it, to some degree, though he doubted the bluerider would own up to it without good cause. Not that it mattered who had sent the messenger, it was the message that mattered at that moment.
R’nya, tense but otherwise as polite as ever had thanked Quilriana before leaving on ‘weyr business’; he did not wish to lie to her, but nor could he risk missing the flight that was clearly going to occur sometime very soon. He had tousled the kids’ hair as he had walked out the door, walking at a fast march to where Xyreith was anxiously dancing in the nearest empty square, which was technically not big enough for the large dragon. R’nya threw himself aboard the strapless dragon with ease, his gear still kept neatly in Quilriana’s home. He was not sure when Aradissicath would take to the sky, but he certainly did not need her doing so while he tried to strip riding gear of his great bronze!
Their messenger had not been overly early in informing them of Aradissicath’s pending state, and they arrived in early evening. Xyreith, making his way to the golden beauty he considered his quietly informed R’nya that he did, indeed, have time for a bath and probably something to eat. Aradissicath did not look to be in any particular hurry. The bronze dragon settled himself down almost out of sight of the gold, but with her clearly in his line of sight, and waited.
R’nya had time for a quality bath, food, and to catch up with D’hys well before Aradissicath decided to take to the skies. He likely would have gone to bed, figuring the gold would fly the next morning, but Xyreith had snorted, filled with contempt for that train of thought, and R’nya had stayed up, working on reports for S’kef.
Generally, R’nya was quick to regain his sense of self after a flight, and was usually out the door before the other person (particularly if it was a male rider) was really awake enough to know who their partner was without gossiping with their dragons and other riders. After a long, tense day though, R’nya had fallen into a peaceful albeit shallow sleep. He and Xyreith had succeeded, capturing the lovely pair without any serious (in their minds) competition from the other bronzes. Xyreith was bubbling over with smugness, and R’nya was delighted – though he would have been genuinely embarrassed to know his pleasure was in any way visible on his face.
The sudden sound of laughter caused the bronzerider to stir lazily, lashes fluttering before revealing pale eyes, which blinked with a slight frown in the darkness, waiting for his vision to adjust to the lack of light. “She does,” R’nya murmured in reply, eyes adjusted enough to see more than just the flash of white from Rhaedalyn’s eyes or teeth as she spoke. The pale of her face gave her features more shape in the darkness, and R’nya reached across to gently brush a curl of hair from her cheek. Fingers lingered with a soft touch, tracing the edge of her jaw, before he remembered himself and slowly withdrew his hand. He cleared his throat, shifting to lie on his back he brought his far leg up, tenting the bedding over his knee. He did not trust his body, especially not with Rhaedalyn being so lovely, so close and so very naked…
“No,” he shook his head, less in reply to Rhaedalyn’s question and more to send inappropriate thoughts of the young woman fleeing. She had not interrupted anything at all, not when one knew the only reason he and Xyreith had come back at all was because Aradissicath was moments away from her flight!
This was our plans for the night, Xyreith put in quite smugly, speaking to both humans, and rumbled with amusement at R’nya’s reaction.
The bronzerider gave a throaty little squeak at his bronze’s comment, able to tell by the way he spoke that Rhaedalyn had been included in the broadcast, his whole body flushing hot with embarrassment. He opened his mouth to speak, twisting to look up at Rhaedalyn with an expression not at all far off mortified terror, even as he realised he had absolutely no idea what it was he wanted to say. Xyreith had, after all, told the truth, and R’nya had no desire to lie to Rhaedalyn, not even to save his own arse.
It was entirely possibly R’nya would have missed Aradissicath’s flight – a horrific scenario R’nya did not dare imagine – had it not been for a green Weyrling that had been sent to inform him of the gold dragon’s warning glow. The bronzerider wasn’t entirely sure which member of Katila had sent the young man to find him, but he suspected D’hys had been behind it, to some degree, though he doubted the bluerider would own up to it without good cause. Not that it mattered who had sent the messenger, it was the message that mattered at that moment.
R’nya, tense but otherwise as polite as ever had thanked Quilriana before leaving on ‘weyr business’; he did not wish to lie to her, but nor could he risk missing the flight that was clearly going to occur sometime very soon. He had tousled the kids’ hair as he had walked out the door, walking at a fast march to where Xyreith was anxiously dancing in the nearest empty square, which was technically not big enough for the large dragon. R’nya threw himself aboard the strapless dragon with ease, his gear still kept neatly in Quilriana’s home. He was not sure when Aradissicath would take to the sky, but he certainly did not need her doing so while he tried to strip riding gear of his great bronze!
Their messenger had not been overly early in informing them of Aradissicath’s pending state, and they arrived in early evening. Xyreith, making his way to the golden beauty he considered his quietly informed R’nya that he did, indeed, have time for a bath and probably something to eat. Aradissicath did not look to be in any particular hurry. The bronze dragon settled himself down almost out of sight of the gold, but with her clearly in his line of sight, and waited.
R’nya had time for a quality bath, food, and to catch up with D’hys well before Aradissicath decided to take to the skies. He likely would have gone to bed, figuring the gold would fly the next morning, but Xyreith had snorted, filled with contempt for that train of thought, and R’nya had stayed up, working on reports for S’kef.
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Generally, R’nya was quick to regain his sense of self after a flight, and was usually out the door before the other person (particularly if it was a male rider) was really awake enough to know who their partner was without gossiping with their dragons and other riders. After a long, tense day though, R’nya had fallen into a peaceful albeit shallow sleep. He and Xyreith had succeeded, capturing the lovely pair without any serious (in their minds) competition from the other bronzes. Xyreith was bubbling over with smugness, and R’nya was delighted – though he would have been genuinely embarrassed to know his pleasure was in any way visible on his face.
The sudden sound of laughter caused the bronzerider to stir lazily, lashes fluttering before revealing pale eyes, which blinked with a slight frown in the darkness, waiting for his vision to adjust to the lack of light. “She does,” R’nya murmured in reply, eyes adjusted enough to see more than just the flash of white from Rhaedalyn’s eyes or teeth as she spoke. The pale of her face gave her features more shape in the darkness, and R’nya reached across to gently brush a curl of hair from her cheek. Fingers lingered with a soft touch, tracing the edge of her jaw, before he remembered himself and slowly withdrew his hand. He cleared his throat, shifting to lie on his back he brought his far leg up, tenting the bedding over his knee. He did not trust his body, especially not with Rhaedalyn being so lovely, so close and so very naked…
“No,” he shook his head, less in reply to Rhaedalyn’s question and more to send inappropriate thoughts of the young woman fleeing. She had not interrupted anything at all, not when one knew the only reason he and Xyreith had come back at all was because Aradissicath was moments away from her flight!
The bronzerider gave a throaty little squeak at his bronze’s comment, able to tell by the way he spoke that Rhaedalyn had been included in the broadcast, his whole body flushing hot with embarrassment. He opened his mouth to speak, twisting to look up at Rhaedalyn with an expression not at all far off mortified terror, even as he realised he had absolutely no idea what it was he wanted to say. Xyreith had, after all, told the truth, and R’nya had no desire to lie to Rhaedalyn, not even to save his own arse.
