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17.Oct.15, 10:39 AM
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.
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.
