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2023/08/04 Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
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30/JUN Gold Thallyath of Ista Weyr has laid a clutch! More information here
27/JUN A bluerider, and then a greenrider, are found dead. More information here
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30/MAY After the Touching, many Candidates found themselves preyed upon in the form of their food. More information here
18/MAY Another goldrider - Ameris of Benden - is attacked. More information here
05/MAY Multiple individuals are attacked whilest out of the Weyr! More information here
04/MAY Take a chance OOC and guess who you think the murderer is! You can win prizes! More information here
03/MAY Goldrider Cazan and her twin brother Cazelarias are attacked. More information here
24/APR Goldrider Ashara of Fort is murdered by two brownriders. More information here
12/APR Searchrider B’jin was attacked at Telgar Weyr, surffering a slash to his throat. While in Benden, bluerider B’dor is found dead in his weyr. More info here
05/APRMore attacks occurred today. More information here
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28/MAR Tragedy has struck again! Across all the Weyrs, multiple people - primarily dragonriders - have fallen ill after eating muffins. There have been multiple deaths, and others are in criticle condition. More information here
24/MAR Weyrwoman Ameris and her son, Rislan, poisoned! More information here
18/MAR Benden’s Weyrleader M’ris and his children have been poisoned! Resulting in sickness and death. More information here
18/MAROn 18.03.742 Bronzerider A’dris of Vyaniorth was found dead in his personal bathing pool. He appears to have drowned after drinking an excess of alcohol. Afterwards it was realized that Machiya of Gold Cameth from Telgar Weyr had disappeared. Having never arrived at her destination, it is suspected she had an accident between.
11/MAR Gold Racoth of Donmaline went between taking Bronze Beruth of T’rel with her shortly after she had been caught, due to T’rel strangling Donmaline. He did not survive. more info
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Welcome to the Month of Lovetm! This month's Monthly Event is all about Romance, whether it is asking someone out on a date, or getting sweaty between the sheets! Anything and everything counts, if it even looks sideways like it could be related to Valentine Day -- including lover's spats, or breaking up, Flights Wins (or Flight Losses!). Honestly, this month has a huge opportunity for interpertation, so go wild!



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Ahh, the fresh snow, the crisp air, the naked trees... welcome to Winter! Or, just the Colder Months for those in the more Northern Weyrs, while Ista is just... not as hot. But it is time to enjoy the end of the Turn, so folks should get together, spend some time gossiping, and drinking Hot Chocolate (alcohol and marshmallows opional)... does Pern even have marshmallows????? (they do now!)



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[G] [P] 736.05.16 | An Eye-opener
10 PM | R'nya

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Written By: SunsetWay
#1
She knew the moment the new faces entered the tavern earlier that evening that it wasn’t going to be a typical end to her shift but Quilriana didn’t expect the trouble that would land on her after the drinks started flowing as the men buddied up to some of the chatty regulars.

The two men continuously watched her as more of the history of the Whetstone Tavern and her family became known and a stray hand would reach out to cop a feel of her behind when she came to replace the drinks, but none of that was too out of the ordinary. Men would be men and sometimes, especially while inebriated, they were more like pigs and tried to touch what wasn’t theirs. Typically, though, the Whetstone drew a good crowd and she could chat freely with the customers and not worry about any sort of trouble.

The new men, however, were travellers looking to set up a stall at the upcoming Gathering’s market and from some of the comments that were overheard, they were of the mind that the dragons and their good for nothing riders should have stayed lost and extinct. That rubbed Quilriana the wrong way given their family had always respected the dragonriders and she had her own little relationship with a bronzerider but she was a professional and knew to keep her mouth shut. It wouldn’t do to hurt her father’s business by being too out spoken and driving away customers.

As usual on her nights to close up, her father and brother had cleaned up in the kitchen and left for the night, leaving her to serve the final drinks before cleaning up the front room after the stragglers left. Unfortunately, while the regulars had left, the two new men remained and they didn’t seem intent on leaving.

“Nah, I think we’ll stay a bit longer. We’re liking this place and the view it offers,” the older man spoke before downing the last of his ale while staring at her chest. Quilriana wasn’t one to be self-conscious but that one look was enough to make her set the cleaning rag on the nearby table she had been wiping down, straighten up, and cross her arms over her chest.

The second man leered, taking a cue from his buddy, “word has it your husband died and instead of doing right by another honest man, you’re spreading your legs for some dragon bitch.”

Insults thrown her way never stuck for long but when they were about her children, or apparently good-looking kind bronzeriders, Quilriana bared her teeth and protected those she cared for. “I think it’s time for you both to leave. We only serve those that have more manners and smarts than the horses they rode in on.” Quilriana started towards their table to grab their mugs to further show she was kicking them out but stopped in mid-step when it did nothing but egg the drunks on.

“Aw, come on, baby girl, I think you’d enjoy serving us,” the younger man grabbed his crotch as he stood to further emphasize his lewd point. This was enough to make Quilriana spin on her heel with the intentions of making it for the front door – her children were asleep in a room upstairs and she didn’t want the men anywhere near them – but a hand grabbed her wrist and held firm, keeping her where she was.

Quilriana didn’t hear any of their other comments as she tried to get away and not wake the kids. She knew her son would be concerned over the noise and come investigate and she simply didn’t want him hurt by trying to help his mother. Finally, anger took over when another comment about R’nya and Xyreith was made. Just as she heard the front door open, Quilriana flung her free hand toward the face of the man holding her, palm connecting squarely against a cheek. She had never heard a more satisfying sound than that and she almost smiled smugly through the glare she was giving.

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Written By: ThistleProse
#2
R’nya had decided that he would have the day off. Not just off from Weyr based duties, but a day off from women, children, firelizards and all sentient life, sans his dragon. It hadn’t been particularly difficult to escape. He had roused Xyreith early in the morning and the pair had vanished into the crisp chill of between as the sun was just beginning to rise and touch gentle fingers of light across the horizon.

The day had been spent relaxing; lazy bathing for both human and dragon and a good oiling for Xyreith. Sleeping, eating and casual exploring that the pair hadn’t been able to truly engage in since the construction of Katila. The bronzerider had fully engaged in the day and thoroughly enjoyed himself, the weight of running the Weyr and holding court daily with a gaggle of goldriders lifting from his shoulders over the hours. Xyreith watched the transformation with quiet approval, even as he teased his rider and played antics more akin to a weyrling – probably a green one.

As the day came towards an end, R’nya’s mood swung in the opposite direction with a sudden craving for human company, and particularly the company of a lovely woman. Xyreith’s snarky teasing that Rhaedalyn wasn’t up to that type of company had R’nya flushing, in a combination of anger and shame. He would have enjoyed spending a rather rated evening with Rhaedalyn but had yet to truly admit that much to himself, let alone attempt to woo the woman when she wasn’t being controlled by dragonlust. Shutting Xyreith up smartly, R’nya directed the great bronze to Telgar, where he knew Quilriana would be, though he wasn’t so arrogant as to believe she’d be waiting for him. Thankfully Xyreith was busy with the image of Telgar and couldn’t latch onto the image that flashed through R’nya’s mind.

Xyreith landed in his usual spot, allowing R’nya to dismount before taking off once more, seeking out a nice spot to curl up and wait where he wouldn’t be ambushed by idiot humans or their offspring while also avoiding livestock. People were so finicky about their livestock!

R’nya smiled vaguly at Xyreith’s grumbling to himself before blocking the dragon out more attentively and quietly making his way towards the Whetstone. It was late, which would mean the family would be packing up and preparing to end the day. R’nya was happy with that, as he wasn’t really in a truly socialistic mood. Voices inside had the bronzerider pausing at the door he’d finally reached, and R’nya’s head cocked slightly to one side as he caught a few words and the suggestive tone of voice. Charming. R’nya had no doubt that Quilriana could take care of herself, but he had no intention of standing idly outside for her to kick the individuals out.

… Was that comment about us? The train of thought fell away without an answer from Xyreith as R’nya opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him while pale eyes took in the situation, a slight smirk lifting one corner of his lips as a resounding sound of flesh on flesh shook the room, and the expression on one man’s face was impossible to miss and near had R’nya snorting out a laugh. Thankfully, the bronzerider had better self-control than that.

“Problem, gentlemen?” though it was a long stretch of the word to call those two gentlemen by any means, R’nya thought as he stepped up beside Quilriana, a light hand placed gently on her lower back; a touch to reassure, and to offer confidence as he raised a trademark eyebrow at the two men and awaited their answers.

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Written By: SunsetWay
#3
The shock of her slap didn’t last long as rage narrowed eyes that had been blurry from drunkenness and the man didn’t loosen his grip either so Quilriana was beyond relieved when she heard R’nya’s voice and felt his reassuring touch. She had never thought about herself as a damsel in distress but there were definitely times she was willing to be as thankful as one and wanted nothing more than to throw herself into arms. “Everything is fine now. These men were--” a grunt of annoyance cut her off and Quilriana turned her attention back on the man standing beside the one holding her arm.

“A few. Starting with you interrupting our fun.” He looked ready to fight and Quilriana was once more worried about the noise it would cause and if anything would end up broken in a fight. She didn’t want to explain anything to her family and tried to quickly come up with a solution to the mess she had landed in.

“The bitch slapped me,” the younger man finally spat out the words from a mouth that almost seemed to forget how to speak.

“So hit her back. She’s clearly gone wild and needs some retraining.” The men didn’t seem too concerned with R’nya’s presence and while Quilriana knew he was rather okay with being lost in the shadows and left alone, she also knew he had quite the aura around him that could be intimidating when he wanted to be. Why else would a bronze dragon want to Impress to him if he couldn’t command a room with simply a look?

She felt her own cheek sting not even seconds after the words registered as a heavy palm smacked against her cheek. The man had let go as he did which left Quilriana taking a step back in shock and felt R’nya’s hold tighten to keep her from losing her balance.

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Written By: ThistleProse
#4
R’nya had noticed a lot of things as he joined the little party of people; the drunkenness that caused the two men to sway just slightly where they were standing, the combination of lust and cruelty in their faces and features, and the fact that one of them was still holding Quilriana rather firmly by the wrist. None of these things made R’nya happy about the situation, but he most likely would have calmly took control without too much hassle had it not been for the one man raising a hand and slapping the small woman he was rather fond of.

The younger man had barely reclaimed the offending limb before R’nya planted his fist firmly in the smug bastard’s face, the crunch of bone on bone satisfying in a sick kind of way. R’nya had never been prone to physical violence, finding it improper in far more situations than it could ever be justified. Today was one of those that he decided it was justified. As he pulled his fist back, stretching his fingers with a quick flick, R’nya pushed Quilriana behind him in a smooth movement. It would certainly not do to have any more hands laid upon her in such improper manners!

“You have a warped idea of fun.” R’nya stated dryly, his features a relatively blank mask as he eyed the two men with very subtle wariness; he wasn’t particularly interested in receiving a face full of fist and his weight was resting on the balls of his feet, preparing to shift himself and do his best to avoid drunken attacks.

“I believe the lady asked you gentlemen to leave. I suggest you do so. Now.”

You always have such fun when the streets are too small for me to join you. Xyreith grumbled, his tone edged with agitation and R’nya’s attention diverted for a moment as he reassured his dragon.

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Written By: SunsetWay
#5
Quilriana cradled her cheek in one palm, still in a bit of shock that she had been smacked. She supposed she should consider herself lucky that it wasn’t a fist with the man’s full weight behind it as that would leave a bruise and possibly even knock her out. She was so grateful for R’nya’s timely appearance and how he didn’t hesitate to jump into a mess that wasn’t his to deal with but she had no idea how to help him now. The man that had been punched was also holding his face though he looked to be in far more pain. The other man seemed ready to throw down with R’nya but was carefully considering the best way to do so.

The idea to run behind the bar and grab a knife fleeted through her mind so she could help defend herself and scare the men out the door but Quilriana stayed where R’nya had put her. The idea of bringing out such a thing could easily be forcefully taken from her and used against her or R’nya and she wouldn’t dare risk severely hurting the bronzerider after all the kindness he had shown her and the friendship that had blossomed out of their random encounter.

Instead, she only watched as the uninjured man finally made his move, giving a beastly growl as he threw himself at R’nya likely with the hope of knocking him to the ground to throw fist after first on him. Quilriana didn’t see what happened as she flinched and looked away but the motion off to the side caught her attention and she saw the other man seem to be preparing to join back in and help out his buddy; until she saw his anger-filled gaze turn back on her.

Without hesitating this time, Quilriana grabbed the empty heavy pitcher off the table she had backed up against and when he was close enough, she swung with all of her might, bringing the pitcher crashing against the side of the man’s head. She watched in horror as he crumpled to the ground at her feet, hoping she hadn’t just killed a man.

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Written By: ThistleProse
#6
R’nya couldn’t remember the last time he had been in a fist fight, and the ache in his knuckles reminded him of that fact as he balanced himself warily on the balls of his feet, watching the two men cautiously as Xyreith kept contact on the edge of his mind. The sudden growl – a sound he heard with his ears and not with his mind – startled R’nya more than the sudden weight of the other man attacking him. A laugh burst from the bronzerider’s lips, tinged with a ‘I thought that was you,’ aimed at Xyreith. The dragon’s disgruntled snort was definitely heard with the mind and not the ears.

The laugh was quickly turned into a grunt when the pouncing man’s fist connected with his stomach; R’nya’s reaction to bring his knee up hard landed a solid blow in the attacker’s groin and R’nya bounced backwards lightly to watch with a cringe but satisfaction as the bloke crumpled to the ground holding himself and crying in pain. It had been a pretty powerful jerk. R’nya nudged the man with the toe of his boot, watching as he flopped over, still holding his groin. Leaning down, the bronzerider grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and heaved him up with apparent ease though Xyreith was privy to the grunt of effort.

“I said leave!” Throwing the man back on the floor, R’nya turned to find the other one on the ground at Quilriana’s feet. Eyebrows lifted up and he fixed an approving pale gaze on the woman. Her terrified expression cleared his own and he stepped forward, giving the man a solid kick to the rump and tilting his head when the body grunted. “He will live,” R’nya’s tone made it unclear what his opinion was on that fact. “Why don’t you go up to the children? I will remove these gentlemen from the building and be up in a moment.”

Stepping closer to Quilriana, R’nya tilted her jaw gently to place a light kiss on her lips, hands lightly caressing her upper arms before wrapping around her in a gentle hug. Hopefully the kids were still asleep and the racket hadn’t invaded their dreams. R’nya stepped back, allowing Quilriana her freedom, his gaze turning to the brutes on the floor. So much for his relaxing day!

Women.

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Written By: SunsetWay
#7
Quilriana nodded, believing R’nya wouldn’t lie to her about the well-being of the man she hit. Even if he had, she wasn’t sure if she cared and would have likely accepted the lie all the same and been content for the rest of her days believing what the bronzerider told her. When he stepped away and turned his attention to the attackers, Quilriana silently turned and slipped up the stairs that led to the small living quarters that had been arranged for her and the children when she suddenly became a widow that was kicked out of her home.

The children, despite the five year age gap between them shared a bedroom with their own comfy beds near the wall with a window to provide a cool breeze on the warmer evenings. Quilriana was relieved to see both were in bed and seemed to be asleep. She first checked on Quilista, her little girl, and fixed the blanket that was falling off before picking up the stuffed doll that had fallen to the floor and tucking it back into the girl’s arms. A kiss to the forehead was given next before she turned to check on her son, Quinvalis.

Quinvalis was getting to an age that was hard on any mother. He was twelve now and nearly a man grown. He would marry before she knew it and have a home and family of his own. Quilriana was both excited and fearful of that day, already worrying about having to part with her first born. She sat on the edge of his bed and brushed back his bangs that were getting a bit too shaggy. She’d have to try and convince him to trim them soon. Perhaps R’nya would have a better chance at the task since Quinvalis looked up to the bronzerider. She smiled down at the boy and then up at R’nya when she heard the man approach and stop in the doorway.

“I won’t be able to do this much longer,” she whispered to the observer and then gave a kiss to her son’s forehead. Satisfied that both children had slept through the commotion and looked to be out for the remainder of the night Quilriana slipped out of their room, shutting the door behind her, and took R’nya’s hand in hers to lead him to her room.

Once her door was shut, Quilriana slipped into his arms, wrapping her own around his waist in a tight hug as she snuggled her face against his chest. “Thank you,” reality was once more sinking in and Quilriana realized she didn’t know what she would have done if he hadn’t shown up when he did. A soft gasp sounded as a thought struck her. What if R’nya had been hurt in the scuffle? She hadn’t seen anything at the time but it had happened so quickly.

Pulling away just enough, Quilriana set to work by examining R’nya’s face, cupping his chin between trembling fingers to turn his face this way and that for another inspection, and then scanning down his body to look for any blood or ripped clothing. “Are you hurt?” The back of her hand lifted to rest gently against R’nya’s forehead, testing for a fever or some kind of sign that he was distressed. “Is Xyreith okay? I hope I haven’t upset him by putting you in danger.” The great bronze dragon never spoke to her and he seemed rather indifferent on most things, but Quilriana respected the dragons and the unique bond that was shared between them and their riders and worried about how a fight would affect the beast.

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Written By: ThistleProse
#8
Even R’nya, a well maintained bronzerider, struggled mildly with the dead weight of the two unconscious men. Luckily for him, R’nya wasn’t at all interested in being gentle with them and was quite content to drag them by the leg to the door and then push them out onto the street, amused by their unconscious grunts. Hopefully it rains. They could use the bath. He commented cheerfully to Xyreith, closing the door behind the second and dropping the locks into place. The bronze dragon chuckled to himself as he curled up comfortably, eyeing a passer-by with renewed amusement as they skirted around him.

Checking that all the windows and both the doors were locked up for the night, R’nya banked the fire and made his way upstairs, walking with quiet steps despite the heavy flying boots he was wearing. A warm smile quirked up one side of R’nya’s mouth as he watched Quilriana fussing quietly over her children, eyes crinkling with fond amusement at her statement. “At least not around company,” he murmured gently, weaving his fingers with Quilriana’s as she lead the way out of the room.

“My pleasure, Quil,” R’nya pressed a kiss to the top of her head, holding the woman firmly. While he hadn’t particularly enjoyed the scuffle, he would never have left Quilriana to handle the situation herself; and, though he was sure she would have managed in the end, he was non-the-less pleased he’d shown up when he had, and been able to step in.

“Easy, dear. I am fine, as is Xyreith. It would take more than that to ruffle him up.” Gentle hands cupped Quilriana’s face, forcing her to look him in the eyes instead of her insistent searching of his body as if a wound might suddenly appear. “I was in very little danger from those drunken oafs.” He was much more concerned, now, over Quilriana. She wasn’t about to go into hysterics now that the adrenaline was cooling down, was she? R’nya wasn’t entirely sure he was equipped to deal with a hysterical Quilriana. She was generally so in control.

Leaning down slightly, R’nya pressed his lips to hers. “I am fine, I promise,” was murmured against her lips when he pulled back a little, studying her intently. “Are you?”

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Written By: SunsetWay
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“Of course,” Quilriana replied with only a fraction of the usual confidence she exuded but quickly stepped away from R’nya with a frown. “No… I don’t know,” a few quick steps brought her to her window where the light breeze of the night brushed against her face and Quilriana took a deep breath and let it out slowly, calmly. The window didn’t face out the front so whatever R’nya had done with the men wasn’t in view and she was just as glad for it. She didn’t want to remember the encounter and it startled her a bit with how little she cared over what became of them. For all she knew Xyreith had decided drunk human was a new delicacy and was enjoying a late snack.

Tonight made her realize that while her family had always supported the dragonriders back in their prime and again when they reappeared, that there were still people not happy with the revival. The Lord Holders had come around and even the Halls were starting to be open-minded once more but some of the small town jerks and those that were entitled and felt like they would be cheated out of their share of whatever it was they desired that day were still around and ready to make their opinions known and take back what they felt had been robbed from them. She never thought of herself as one of those things simply because she took enjoyment in the company of a bronzerider. He was kind, funny in his own way, and great in bed. It wasn’t like she was such a great prize for any hold bred men anymore. She was widowed with two children without any inheritance for her son to even lay claim to.

And now she was sleeping with a dragonrider.

Had she truly thrown away her children’s futures because she didn’t want to deal with her brother-in-law and the rivalry that would be pushed on her son and his cousin? Would her daughter now have to serve ale to drunk men like her mother because they couldn’t afford to send her to a proper Hall and away from the brewing mischief in Telgar? Would she now always have to worry about men – drunk or sober – accosting her, insulting her, or flinging accusations about her children or threatening harm on them?

Any tears and hysterics she may have had over the attack were now gone and replaced with anger. She had always known the tavern was to go to her brother and his children and she was only living on borrowed time, so to speak, but now, Quilriana knew she had to set out on another path.

Turning back to R’nya, eyes set with determination, Quilriana studied him for a moment though this time it wasn’t to scan for any bruises or cuts. The man was sexy as hell and sure about himself and his place in the world; which was at the top of the food chain. With her usual confidence returned, Quilriana strode back to the bronzerider, cupping both of his cheeks in her hands and planted a hard heated kiss to his lips. She would properly show her attraction to him and appreciation for the help soon but first, she had questions.

“Tell me more about the new Weyrs. What is living in Katila or Telgar like? The kids… what do they do to help out, their place in everything?” Quilriana guided R’nya to a chair, sitting him down so she could steal his lap and effectively trap him there. She knew he enjoyed conversation and she had always been quick to pick up on topics that he didn’t want to discuss so she didn’t think there’d be any issues tonight but she still didn’t want him getting distracted and finding a way to change the conversation until she had a few more answers to help build decisions on.

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Written By: ThistleProse
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R’nya released Quilriana gently as she moved out of his arms, watching with a slight frown as she tried to answer his question. Resisting the urge to move and follow after her, R’nya moved quietly further into the room, closing the door gently and toeing his boots off, wriggling his toes in relief. His boots were quite comfortable (custom made since the return North) but he still appreciated the freedom of removing the confines. He rolled his socks up and stuffed them into the appropriate boot. When he looked up, Quilriana was staring at him.

Curiosity lit R’nya’s pale eyes as his companion marched back over to him and kissed him, the bronzerider responding to the kiss though his curiosity didn’t abate as she led him over to a seat, setting him in it and herself upon his lap. R’nya wrapped his arms gently around her, and considered the questions she, had put to him. He had some idea of where she was going, but wasn’t quite sure how he felt about it. He did not believe a Weyr was a place for a lady, and certainly not a little girl who had so much promise to be a wonderful a woman as her mother. The boy, of course, was less of a worry though R’nya wasn’t naive to the dangers men faced within a Weyr.

“Under twelve, kids are mostly in classes for basic education,” R’nya spoke lowly, leaning back into the chair and tilting his head to watch Quilriana’s face. “After twelve, they are allowed to attend Candidacy classes.” He paused for a moment, thinking about what he knew of the children and what they were up to. “I never had much to do with the children or their day to day activities. From my understanding they attend classes, have chores, and the rest of the time are left to their own devices. The goldriders and some bronzeriders often get them to assist with bathing their dragons. Those that Impress obviously move through weyrlinghood and then are assigned to a Wing after graduation.”

R’nya brushed a hand through his hair, frowning slightly, eyebrows knitted together. “Weyrlife might offer the kids a better chance at a base education, and a chance at Impression, but I do not know that it would offer an improvement in the long term, Quilriana.” R’nya’s nose scrunched up. “Especially not at Katila. Though I will not be there for much longer. My wing and I will be moving to Fort Wery along with Rhaedalyn and her gold.” Though he hadn’t yet gotten the chance to tell Rhaedalyn that yet. The older bronzeriders had only decided on how to split themselves up recently, and the bickering over who would get what goldrider had horrified R’nya. The women were more than items and should have been included in the discussion though, for their sake, he was glad they hadn’t been privy to such course treatment.

Hopefully Rhaedalyn wouldn’t be too upset with the decision that had been made for her. If nothing else, R’nya knew Aradissicath would be happy to be free of the other gold dragons, and R’nya was quite sure the decision had been made as much because Xyreith had threatened many of the other bronze dragons who had no doubt passed on the threats to their riders.

“All the Weyrs will be re-opened in the coming months, though the gold dragons will be spread thin until they hatch more of their own.” And wasn’t that going to cause a whole lot of trouble. It would seem that the highest bidder would be getting the gold eggs, and R’nya wasn’t quite sure he had what it took to be the Weyrleader that was going to be required.

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Quilriana was silent as she listened carefully to the explanations she had asked for. Chores, an education, and free time? That didn’t sound so bad. Weyr life, however, would have its downsides and while R’nya didn’t mention anything in detail, she wasn’t naïve enough to think they would be things to simply brush away. The simple fact that a day in the market could turn into a night like she just had because they were from a Weyr was more than enough to give her pause and consider things. Not to mention her daughter was still young and impressionable. While Quilriana didn’t hold anything against the women of a Weyr – in fact, some days she even envied them with their freedom to be a bit more open and who they wanted to be – she wasn’t sure she wanted her sweet Quilista losing her chance at being a lady of a nice cothold and living out her adorable dreams of pretty dresses and parties.

Still, there were other options open to her, especially as R’nya continued to talk and revealed quite a surprise. “Really? All of the Weyrs will be active again? Oh, my father will be so pleased that it will happen again in his lifetime.” She was truly happy for the dragonriders finding their footing again and spreading back out across the lands, making their presence felt and known once more, though she could only imagine the clean-up needed in each location of debris, beasts and humans, and memories.

A little giggle escaped when R’nya confirmed he would be running a Weyr with Rhaedalyn at his side. He shared stories of her here and there and Quilriana knew Xyreith had won all of the gold dragon’s flights thus far so it was easy to see a connection of sorts between the two. It was funny how she didn’t even think about the goldrider and the stress R’nya would be under with dealing with both of his women in one Weyr when she considered abandoning the hold life for that of the Weyr.

“Sorry, sorry. Just some random thoughts going through my head,” she explained softly before sobering and biting her lower lip in thought, still working out ideas and what was possible. Finally, she cupped R’nya’s cheek again, brushing her thumb lightly over his skin, and smiled at him, forgoing the issues for a moment to congratulate the man on all of the upcoming changes. “I think you will be a wonderful leader, Ren. The dragonriders have a bright future once more and you’ll be one of the ones that help lead them there. I can’t think of many people better for such a task.” R’nya was clearly a man that didn’t want the power of leadership but he had the qualities for it and people would listen to him. He was respected and could convince people to do things easily. Her own son idolized the bronzerider and willingly did chores and errands when asked by him despite making a fuss earlier when asked by his mother.

That thought brought Quilriana back to the initial fears of the future. “R’nya, when Fort Weyr is established, will you promise me something? Bring Quinvalis there to live. He would love to be around dragons, see you and Xyreith in action more, and maybe one day he’ll Impress.” The Weyr would be a good place for her son but for her daughter and herself, perhaps relocating to Fort Hold or working in the kitchen for Harper Hall would do them well.

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R’nya blinked at Quilriana’s enthusiasm about his announcement, and then cringed slightly. He perhaps shouldn’t have informed the young woman before he had had a chance to talk to Rhaedalyn and the Weyr itself was still unaware of most of the plans to send everyone out on their own. He hadn’t even fully opened his mouth to ask Quilriana to keep this new knowledge to herself when he caught her expression and smiled gently. She was an intelligent woman and R’nya knew without requesting words that the secret would be safe with her until it was spread by the other dragonriders.

An eyebrow quirked at the sudden giggling fit Quilriana fell into, R’nya not sure if he should be worried or not by the change in demeanour. His mild expression altered into slightly cautious, his eyes narrowing mildly as he eyed his lover. Her compliment to his abilities to lead didn’t so much stop the curious caution but did dispel it for the time being. He leaned forward without displacing the hand on his cheek to place a light kiss on Quilriana’s lips, a motion of thanks. He wasn’t entirely sure he believed her words; he didn’t look forward to leading by any small amount. But he would accept her words and the genuine belief that fuelled them.

The request took R’nya by surprise, and it showed on his face as he lifted a hand to place lightly over Quilriana’s and move it from his cheek down to between them. He considered her words carefully, refusing to answer before he’d thought them through. R’nya had always been of the opinion that a Weyr was no place for a lady of any standing, and it had always bothered him slightly that so many lived within, whether bonded to a dragon or not. Despite the wonderful women he knew within Katila, such as Rhaedalyn, Kahleena and Ameris to name a few, he was still of the opinion that they were floundering in a man’s world.

“Very well,” He could promise to bring the boy to the Weyr though he wasn’t fool enough to promise the child might Impress someday, though he would certainly ask a couple of the greenriders to have their dragons test the child’s aptitude. “But only Quinvalis; Quilista is far too sweet to be of the Weyr lifestyle,” he glanced at Quilriana, meeting her eyes, and was glad to see the same opinion written in her expression.  “You are a wonderful mother, Quil.”

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A small smile tugged at her lips as R’nya promised to take her son to Fort Weyr when he could. She didn’t, however, fully believe she was a wonderful mother. What type of mom asked to split her family up, even if it was a chance to offer at least one of her kids a better life? Then again, it wasn’t like she was completely breaking up the family or abandoning anyone. Quinvalis would have a better life around the dragons with the chance to Impress one and there would be a lot of work for him to do with hands where he could learn new skills and find something he enjoyed. R’nya was right about Quilista and she was glad he voiced what she could only think about; her little girl was a sweet child and not at all suited for the Weyr life.

Any hesitation that tried to form as soon as she voiced the idea faded as Quilriana realized it made the most sense and would ensure her kids were happy, safe, and provided for. A low throaty laugh escaped as she slid her hands from their resting place R’nya had set them up his body to wrap her arms around his neck loosely. A fun idea came to mind and while she didn’t have any malicious intent towards Rhaedalyn, a girl that seemed as sweet and naïve as her eight year old daughter, Quilriana couldn’t deny her attraction to the bronzerider and a desire based both on carnal desire and a genuine enjoyment of his company had her nearly purring, “such an arrangement would mean you and Quinvalis will have to come home to visit more often… and I can visit you. Even in a traditional Weyr, some nights will be cooler than others.”

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The impish grin that formed on R’nya’s lips as Quilriana spoke was both uncharacteristic for the usually stoic bronzerider, but also belied his own ignorance and naivety that surrounded himself and his relationships with Quilriana and Rhaedalyn both. The man had never once stopped to consider either his own feelings for the women, or the way the relationships could be viewed. In part, it was likely fuelled by denial, but the strange dance that was his relationship with Rhaedalyn likely was more than a small part responsible.

“You are not wrong,” R’nya murmured cheerfully, his voice low and woven with the husky tone of lust as he wrapped his own arms lightly around Quilriana’s waist. Leaning forward slightly, R’nya kissed her on the tip of her nose, her lips, and then worked his way across her jawline before settling on her neck. He stopped at the curve of neck and shoulder, breathing warm breaths as he paused, and picked his companion up off her feet. Her light build made the task an easy one, and he strode purposefully towards the bed and gently set her back on her feet at its side.

Stepping back, R’nya held Quilriana’s hands lightly in his own as he gazed at her for several moments, before stepping back in and gently batting her fingers away as he began to carefully release ties and buttons, peeling each layer of clothing from her with both great care and almost agonizing slowness. His eyes were bright with amusement, but his lust was difficult to miss.

Releasing her from the final piece of clothing, R’nya paused again, one hand holding Quilriana’s as he stepped back and tilted his head, admiring the view in an almost unusually frank manner. Several moments later, and R’nya gave Quilriana’s hand a sudden jerk, pulling the young woman flush against him, he nuzzled into the crook of Quilriana’s neck, delivering a combination of kisses and nibbles.

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As R’nya took in her nude form, Quilriana wondered if there had ever been a time where she was embarrassed to be seen in such lack of dress and to have a man look at her as the bronzerider now did. Never, she decided, with R’nya. Perhaps when she was younger and first married but her relationship with R’nya was open in so many ways that they knew where they each stood and what they were after. She was also secure in her own skin and beyond flattered that such a handsome man enjoyed the view.

She started to smile with some playful comment forming on her tongue but R’nya quickly tugged her toward him and Quilriana giggled the entire way, loving the playful and frisky mood the man was in. After letting him kiss and nibble as much as he pleased for a bit, she finally started working on buttons that held together far too much fabric that covered far too much of that delightful body. But after two buttons, fingers stopped at their task and she grinned, wriggling her way out of his hold to sit on the bed and inch her way back.

“Strip for me and then come join me, Ren,” she quirked her pointer finger in a come-hither gesture then leaned back on her elbows to get comfy and watch the show; whether it be him stripping or him refusing and just jumping her. Quilriana was fine with either reaction.

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R’nya blinked, curiosity rather than concern falling across his features as Quilriana suddenly wriggled out of his grasp and moved back from him. He knew he hadn’t done anything to displease her – she was frank enough with him, something he appreciated, in indicating what she did and did not like, and he felt he was quite a lot better at reading her desires – and so it was simple curiosity that filled the gaze that followed Quilriana as she settled on the bed. A sudden laugh was brought forth at her instructions, the bronzerider surprised and amused both.

“Anything, my fair lady,” R’nya replied regally, executing a flourished bow before toeing his boots off and pushing them aside with one socked foot. Standing on his toes, he withdrew his feet from his socks even as he worked efficiently on undoing his belt. With those important parts taken care of, he left his pants half-open while he set about dramatically unbuttoning his shirt from where Quilriana left off, doing his best coy look under his lashes as he worked.

You are being ridiculous. The bronze dragon intoned drolly, less than amused at his rider’s evening antics. While the bronze beast didn’t mind Quilriana, he had his own preferences about who R’nya should be spending his evenings with, though he was smart enough not to send his rider fleeing in the opposite direction (and permanently into the dark haired woman’s arms) by mentioning that there was a lonely lass with a head of curls and a timid smile waiting for him back home, if he had but the brains to realise it. Instead, Xyreith tolerated the woman and her children, and kept his grumblings mostly to himself. But really, when R’nya was putting on some type of strip tease show he really had to point out how ridiculous the Wingleader was being.

R’nya opted to simply ignore his sullen dragon as he shook his shoulders, letting his shirt fall off his arms and onto the ground behind him. It didn’t take much effort from there to have his pants leave his body, and the bronzerider smirked mischievously as he very literally jumped onto the bed beside Quilriana, laughing when the woman bounced slightly from the shockwaves in the bed. Climbing to his knees, R’nya reached over and collected Quilriana into his arms, pulling the woman into his lap, her back flush to his stomach as he nuzzled against her neck, breathing warm breath against her ear.

“You are a terrible influence,” he cheerfully informed her, shifting his legs so they both toppled sideways onto the bed, his legs extending to tangle with her own. Words were forgotten for a time as his mouth became occupied with Quilriana’s soft skin, his hands no less occupied; his mind was far away from the sullen grumbling of his dragon.

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Quilriana was pleasantly surprised when R’nya followed her sexual orders but held off the giggles that wanted to come out. She didn’t want to startle the bronzerider and have him stop the show she was enjoying. Besides, she certainly wasn’t laughing at his eagerness to please her or the way his delicious body came more and more into view. She was just caught up in the moment and how carefree they could be. No responsibilities to Weyr or family, no fear over what transpired in the tavern below; just two people having fun together.

The giggle finally escaped when the usually stoic bronzerider jumped onto her bed which caused her to bounce a bit from the force. How many people were lucky enough to see this side of R’nya? She didn’t know but Quilriana was glad she was one of them. When the playful accusation came soon after being caught up in his embrace, Quilriana tossed a grin over her shoulder and gave a sassy little reply of, “I’m glad you noticed,” before another laugh escaped when R’nya toppled them to their sides.

Any giggling she still had left in her from their antics finally subsided as the desire created from each touch of a finger and each kiss placed to her skin took over all other thoughts. This was where she wanted to be right then and she wanted to show R’nya that as well.

Wriggling a bit and finally positioning them until R’nya was flat on his back and she was straddling his chest, Quilriana leaned forward so she could pin his hands above his head and smiled innocently for all of three seconds before letting the bronzerider in on her secret plan of action.

“Now, let me remind you what I’m rather good at.” Lips sought out those of her lover as the starting point of the long road they planned to traverse over a very nice body.

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