20.Nov.15, 05:14 AM
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.”
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.”