[G] [C] 736.08.07 | Another Win

The day had begun with R’nya sitting in the large, far too spacious office that had come with being Weyrleader of Fort. R’nya was not comfortable with the new knots now present on his shoulder, but he was also reluctantly agreeable to the fact that there really wasn’t a lot of choice when it came to dishing out Weyrleadership to the assorted weyrs. They were all so young, and inexperienced. R’nya hadn’t even wanted to be a Wingleader, and now he was a Weyrleader! The bronzerider released a long suffering sigh and rubbed his temples.

He’d been more than a little surprised when a sudden warm wave of lust washed over him, trickling down his spine and making his toes tingle. It took a moment before he realised what the cause was, and then he was standing up so fast he sent his chair skittering behind him, where it toppled over with a loud crack against the bare stone floor – he had yet to find the time to get a rug brought in and the cold walls were also tapestry free.

Xy? Is it Dissi?

Of course, Xyreith responded with a low growling hum, the bronze leaping from the ledge of their weyr to close in on Aradissicath, watching steadily as the gold blooded her kills for what seemed like forever. R’nya half ran and half stumbled out of his Weyr, bumping into a greenrider a few lengths down the hall and he grabbed the man by the upper arm.

“Where is she?” His voice was husky with lust, and the startled man was quick to inform his Weyrleader where Rhaedalyn could be found, giving the man a slap on the shoulder as he sent him off. R’nya was too concerned with finding Rhaedalyn to worry about what type of gossip the man would be spreading about the Weyrleader being ditched by his dragon to find a goldrider on his own.

Xyreith’s answering bellow to Aradissicath’s challenge echoed through the skies and in R’nya’s mind as the man elbowed another bronzerider and slipped into Rhaedalyn’s rooms, hazy blue eyes quickly settling on the startled looking woman. She always seemed to be caught by surprise when her dragon flew, R’nya thought vaguely, forgetting his own surprise at the sudden lust he’d felt moments previously.

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R’nya came to with the slow laziness of someone who was comfortable and relaxed.  There was a warm, feminine body curled against his side and though his right arm was dead from where the woman was laying on it, the pins and needles were not yet so bad as to cause enough discomfort for R’nya to wake her. The long, curly hair confirmed his companion was Rhaedalyn, even if R’nya hadn’t been sure of that fact from the subtle sweetness of her scent and the lingering lust he could still feel from dragon flights.

The bronzerider sighed softly, pleasantly comfortable, while the fingers of his left hand brushed gently against Rhaedalyn’s waist where he could reach without twisting his arm too much. She had such lovely soft skin! Shifting his head carefully, R’nya puffed a stray curly strand out of his face before dropping a light kiss on Rhaedalyn’s head, content to wait for the goldrider to wake up, he dozed off.

Another suitably challenging flight. Xyreith congratulated Aradissicath, though his cocky tone indicated it was obviously much more challenging for everyone else than it had ever been for himself. He ruined the effect somewhat by licking Aradissicath’s cheek affectionately.

Did you expect anything less? Aradissicath replied with a huff that wasn’t quite as annoyed as she would have preferred to let on. It also didn’t help that her eyes shone bright with contentment and affection when her cheek was licked. Xyreith was like a child at times with his antics but he was worth putting up with his little quirks, especially since his rider was good for Rhaedalyn.

It was a strange sky to fly in, but I think I will like it here, she remarked casually with a glance around where they lay before shifting her weight a bit to lean more against the bronze. Yes, this Weyr would do nicely, especially since the rude babies –which weren’t so little anymore but would always be younger than her – were sent elsewhere. She felt Rhaedalyn would do well here as well, once she settled into the new environment and even the change in climate.

Rhaedalyn stirred a short time later, having drifted off in what ended up being a needed nap. She had been working hard in the kitchen to help with breakfast before everyone developed a new routine for Fort Weyr and then turned her attention to her weyr. She had wanted to make it feel more like home and add her own personal touches but it was hard to decorate something that was essentially a hole in the wall; albeit a large one. When Aradissicath took to the sky, she had been caught unawares, as usual, and gawked a bit when R’nya ran inside.

That had been the last coherent thing she remembered until stirring awake to what was becoming a familiar sensation and even scent. She gave a happy little rumble as she nestled in closer to the warm body that symbolized comfort and security. If she had any doubts about who she was snuggling with, Aradissicath’s calmness and pleasant nature assured Rhaedalyn enough that Xyreith was beside her golden beauty.

A hand began to wander, starting its journey on the thigh it first made contact with and slowly gliding up over the hip bone, abdomen, and finally resting at R’nya’s chest where fingers made playful little circles. “Ren?” She waited a moment to make sure he was awake and not simply speaking to the air around her, “I’d say we should stop meeting like this but I really, really don’t want to. I’d actually prefer to say I really, really enjoy it.” Rhaedalyn confessed, rather boldly for her nature. She’d just blame such a thing on Aradissicath but she knew deep down that wasn’t entirely true and enjoyed the bronzerider’s company on multiple levels she couldn’t explain.

It is a good sky, the bronze replied quietly, amused by his gold companion. He didn’t have the memory length to remember his time growing up in the Weyr that was no his, but he remembered the familiar feel of the air currents and the sights of the lands below him with the same vague recollection as an adult who returns to the place of their early childhood. Sometimes it felt like a dream, but he knew it would always be his home in a way that Katila had never been. But more, now it was his to rule, though R’nya still needed to get that under his belt and take on with the confidence that Xyreith knew he could someday lead with.

R’nya have a soft hum in response to both his name, and the idle touch that was very electric, his body responding happily, even as he opened his eyes, the pale blue fixing on Rhaedalyn’s face. While his further knee was in the process of rising to hide his erection – to save Rhaedalyn’s modesty, not his own – the bronzerider paused at her words. Frank surprise painted his features, pale eyes wide for several moments before he moved, half rolling over he brushed hair away from Rhaedalyn’s face before his lips sought those of his goldrider, his kiss the easiest way that R’nya could think of in that moment to display his own delight in their dragon prompted hook up.

Breaking free to breathe once more, R’nya placed gentle butterfly kisses on Rhaedalyn’s nose, her eyeslids, and a last one lightly on her lips. Warm affection was clear on his features, his eyes crinkled with a smile that wasn’t quite on his lips. “Me too,” R’nya murmured, twirling a strand of Rhaedalyn’s hair. He was rather impressed by the length it had grown to, but then, it had been a long time since she had had it all cut off; it was proper that it should be growing so nicely.

Rhaedalyn was flushed and lightly dazed after the kiss though she wouldn’t have been able to tell R’nya why if he had asked. She decided it was a bit embarrassment from speaking so honestly and bluntly but mostly because she enjoyed that kiss and his enthusiasm far too much. It was almost enough to make her want to jump out of the bed and flee to hide as she was sure this wasn’t like her at all and R’nya would start laughing at her at any moment.

Child, if you do that, I will not speak to you again. We have been over this. R’nya is a good man and not like some lowlife bluerider, Aradissicath was disgusted to even have to say such a word, preferring to forget that particular bluerider didn’t exist; though Aveleth was a good a dragon.

Rhaedalyn shyly looked away from R’nya for a moment, but didn’t stop him from playing with her hair since that was actually rather nice. A lot of people made fun of her hair, whether because there was a lot of it with so much curl or because it had all been hacked off and didn’t suit her. It was so hard to please everyone! Then don’t. Well, that was easier said than done. But, maybe she could start by simply pleasing the bronzerider beside her? After all, he said he liked meeting her like this as well.

Emboldened by her dragon’s words and lust, Rhaedalyn decided words weren’t needed and that she liked explaining things with kisses and followed R’nya’s lead by initiating another kiss. That wasn’t nearly enough for her though and one of her hands slipped between their bodies to delicately touch the man she was currently fascinated with, hoping to encourage him into further activities. She was currently being bold but she wasn’t that bold!

Although the fantasy of pushing R’nya back against the bed and straddling him while she took control may have teased at the edges of her mind.

Talking wasn’t something on R’nya’s mind, though he enjoyed the flushed cheeks and the way they highlighted Rhaedalyn’s cheekbones, and the way her lips were slightly parted and her eyes seeming to dance between wide with surprise and hooded with lust. She was such a wonder to study (Stare at) R’nya was sure he would never tire of looking at her.

Surprise caused R’nya’s eyes to widen when Rhaedalyn initiated a kiss, though the bronzerider was quick to fall into it, his hand shifting to caress Rhaedalyn’s cheek lightly, his fingers still tangled in the softness of her growing hair. He paused, though, at the tentative seeming touch, pulling his lips from Rhaedalyn’s and studying her face silently; he wanted to make sure the touch wasn’t accidental before he jumped the poor girl. He waited just long enough to see the way her expression changed, before gently lifting her chin and deepening the kiss, this one designed to reassure her.

Shifting their bodies carefully, R’nya let the light sheet fall away, the bronzerider settling his weight onto his knees so he was perched above Rhaedalyn’s thighs, head tilted as he considered the goldrider affectionately. Gentle fingers traced the pale stretchmarks from her pregnancy, before R’nya leaned down to kiss them lightly, trailing the affection across the small scars until he found his way to her belly button, and up the length of her stomach, teasingly ignoring her breasts as he nibbled along her collarbone before a light kiss was placed on her lips.

“Our dragons need not be the only cause for such get togethers.” R’nya stated quietly, brushing hair back from Rhaedalyn’s forehead, and tracing his fingers over her cheekbone gently. He opted not to really leave room for the young woman to reply, instead he chose to use some of the new skills that had been taught to him by Quilriana’s knowledgeable methods, though the dark haired tavern maid was far from his mind as he focused on Rhaedalyn’s soft skin, and the actions that made her toes curl.

Rhaedalyn titled her head in curiosity at R’nya’s declaration, trying to decode what he meant. Was he implying he wanted to see her in bed more often? Well, that wouldn’t be too bad, she thought somewhat dizzily from all the sensations each kiss was given to her body, and would be lovely to be dating the bronzerider. But, perhaps thinking in such a way was a mistake. She was caught up in the moment, and even a bit delirious with lust she could reason that R’nya felt the same way and that he was speaking not with the clearest of heads on deliciously broad shoulders. He likely didn’t mean anything involving serious commitment by it and would back pedal later on. Or, perhaps he was nothing more than a slimy creature like Z’ia and really did only want her in bed and nowhere else.

That was a horribly depressing thought.

Luckily, R’nya gave her no further time to think, question what he said, or agree to it as he began showing her some things she had never experienced before. Quite a few softly whispered exclamations of pleasure greeted each touch she received as she unsurprisingly let R’nya take the lead. Whatever he had been hinting at before no longer required her attention as Rhaedalyn decided to simply be in the moment and figure out what happens next later on.

“More of this get-together, please,” she finally whispered, concluding they needed to dedicate as much time as possible to the moment they were in. If she wanted to figure out what happened next later on, then first she needed to know and enjoy everything that was being offered as thoroughly as possible. The future could wait.

R’nya gave a soft, breathy laugh between kisses at Rhaedalyn’s soft whispering demand for attention to be paid to the current task, and not any other timeframe. The bronzerider was happy to comply, with lips and fingertips that simply couldn’t seem to be satisfied, no matter how much of Rhaedalyn’s silky skin they came into contact with. R’nya decided in that moment that he would never tire of exploring Rhaedalyn’s body, side tracked as easily as he was by something as simple and innocent as a lonely freckle that needed some loving.

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Taking a deep breath, and breathing it out in a slow and measured way, trying to reclaim control of his breathing, R’nya reached out to wrap his arms gently around Rhaedalyn, pulling the young goldrider flush against him, and nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck, heedless of her damp and tangled hair. He pressed a gentle kiss against her neck, enjoying the feel of her body curled against his own, but wondering how much longer they would be given without interruption. R’nya grimaced into Rhaedalyn’s hair; going from Wingleader to Weyrleader was an uncomfortable leap, particularly with a Weyr that was full of odds and ends riders.

Soon it will be full of Weyrlings. The bronze dragon’s input was as smug as R’nya expected it to be, but it made the man smile none the less, and he hugged Rhaedalyn tighter for a moment, before relaxing his arms loosely. His lips placed butterfly kisses over Rhaedalyn’s neck, stopping by her ear, but only so he could nibble lightly on the lobe.

“This clutch will be one of the first to Hatch in a Northern Weyr in twenty years,” R’nya’s voice carried a wistful tone, spoken quietly. He wasn’t quite sure what the Flight routine was for the other mature gold dragons, and so he couldn’t be sure if Aradissicath and Xyreith’s clutch would be the first – but it would be one of the first! “We have come so far.” They’d lost so much, but they had gained much, too. There were enough of them now to spread between all the Northern Weyrs and still have those who sought retirement settling in Katila. Soon, they would have full Weyrs and functioning Wings and then, someday, perhaps they would be ready to fight Threadfall, should it seek to return to Pern and not simply be a terrible nightmare that once plagued them.

Rhaedalyn happily curled up against R’nya, enjoying the excuse to cuddle a bit more, especially after such a strenuous work out. She blushed as she thought back to what acts they had done and how it wasn’t very lady-like of her but they had both enjoyed themselves and R’nya didn’t seem like he was going to tease her for anything she had done so the building tension faded away before it settled in. It was nice being able to open up in different ways with R’nya and have it feel normal. She hadn’t felt so relaxed around someone in a long time. Thinking on it, she wasn’t even sure she had felt this way around Z’ia. Then again, she had been head over heels with the bluerider and always put pressure on herself to be the best she could be and impress the man to earn his affections. It was amazing how silly she could act for a man in order to earn his praise and love.

R’nya was different and someone she could always count on and that made him all the more wonderful than he already was. He’d always looked out for her since coming to Katila and trying to find her place in the new world. He befriended her, guided her when it was needed, and was even a protector of sorts. The sudden swell of fondness for the bronzerider earned him Rhaedalyn sitting up just enough to place an affectionate kiss to his cheek before settling back down against his chest.

The thought of Aradissicath being one of the first to clutch in the North after twenty years made Rhaedalyn smile. She knew the gold dragon would be pleased with that knowledge as well, especially if she was the actual first. Everyone would definitely come to watch the hatching! Sure, there had been several hatchings in Katila since their return to the public’s eye but this was different. This was more traditional and real. This was their Weyr now, a real Weyr! She adored Katila for what it was but Fort Weyr was one of the original homes to the dragons, R’nya’s original home as well, and now perhaps even more people could make their way to the hatchings.

Once more Rhaedalyn was sitting up enough that she could look R’nya in the eye as she added to his statement, “we’ve come so far because of you. You’ve been such a good wingleader and example to the young riders and even the older riders that may have forgotten how to behave. And now, you’re helping to rebuild the greatness of Fort Weyr. You are a wonderful man, R’nya.” Another kiss was given to his cheek before Rhaedalyn wistfully continued, “I wish I could be a fraction of what you are, but I’ll do my best to help out in every way and place I can and be a role model to the young ladies wishing to Impress a gold dragon as well.”

R’nya blinked, then smiled gently at the sudden kiss to his cheek, endeared by Rhaedalyn’s sweet nature and her timidness even after they had just been so open and honest a heartbeat ago. It was hard to lie, when you were in the throes of passion – especially for someone as sweet and naive as Rhaedalyn, and R’nya cared too much about her to ruin their time together with falsities. Better to be honest with her, though he had learned long ago in their friendship that she needed the gentle and guiding type of honesty. She would clam up as soon as she felt foolish, and R’nya had no desire to make her feel foolish, or have her shut down around him!

The bronzerider again blinked when he suddenly found Rhaedalyn staring at him seriously, and he resisted – barely – the urge to shake such seriousness from her beautiful face with a flurry of kisses; instead, he frowned just slightly and waited to see where it was her mind had taken her. A scattering of emotions danced across his face as she spoke, from bewilderment to simply being flustered by the given praise. In the end, he settled on a gentle half smile, and he ended Rhaedalyn’s statement with a soft kiss to her lips. “Love, if we had half as much confidence in ourselves as we do in each other, we would be a force to reckon with.”

A soft sigh was given after several more moments of cuddling with Rhaedalyn, and R’nya kissed her on the temple. “I would dearly prefer to spend the remainder of the day here with you, love, but I’m afraid I have a lot of paperwork still waiting for me.” The bronzerider lifted onto one arm, brushing hair away from Rhaedalyn’s face with a light touch. He so wanted to waste the day locked away in the lovely little room with a very lovely Rhaedalyn as his only companion, but he had so many more responsibilities now, and they simply wouldn’t allow it. They could wait a little longer, though. “What are your plans for the day?” His half smile and lingering touch were both designed to encourage Rhaedalyn to detain him, at least for a bit more time!

It was very childish and improper of her but Rhaedalyn pouted with her lower lip jutting out at R’nya’s announcement that he had to leave. She knew it to be true and it was rather selfish of her to want to keep the bronzerider all to herself when he had so many duties to attend to but she thought she could be allowed a moment to sulk after sharing such a wonderful time together. “I’d prefer it as well but I wouldn’t dare presume I could keep you here,” although she found she truly wanted to. They didn’t even have to spend the entire time in bed, though that was a prime place for them to pass the day together, but again, she knew better. She was far too much back in her own mind with desires under control to continue considering the ways she could delay the Weyrleader another hour or two.

“Well,” Rhaedalyn considered what she could do with her day that didn’t involve tying R’nya down in bed so he didn’t have to go back to work. She giggled at that thought, originally not meaning the idea literally but a literal vision is what she gave herself all the same with the bronzerider spread out on her sheets with his wrists bound. It was simply scandalous! And somewhat delightful. She gave herself a moment to get over the giggling, shaking her head that nothing was wrong before R’nya even asked and returned to what she could do with her day.

“I think I’ll check on the laundry ladies to see how they’re doing with the new facilities and lend a hand for a bit. Then maybe I’ll help in the kitchen with final dinner preparations,” it wasn’t like she had paperwork or important meetings to attend to so her day was pretty open to wander around trying to find a place she fit in. Laundry was always a safe place to blend in and do a task without too much worry about messing it up and she had improved in the kitchen as well, though typically Rhaedalyn still preferred to peel vegetables or do the more menial tasks to avoid poisoning anyone.

“And then I think I’ll spend the evening in with Alyren. She’s due a bath and then I’ll tell her a few stories before bed.”

An eyebrow arched elegantly as Rhaedalyn began giggling to herself, R’nya wondering what he had said or done that put his lovely companion in such a mind of amusement. He was fairly sure he hadn’t done anything, and a hand self-consciously wiped over his face, wondering if he had a mark showing though Rhaedalyn wasn’t prone to marking his skin and he was careful to only mark hers out of sight – and her giggling was forgotten as he got distracted travelling over Rhaedalyn’s pale and freckled skin with appreciative eyes.

Eyes which darted back up to look at Rhaedalyn’s face with only a hint of embarrassment at likely having been caught ogling his companion as she began speaking about what she’d do for the day. R’nya’s lips pursed just a little at all the menial tasks she was setting for herself, though he made no comment upon it at the time. It was her place to do silly tasks like laundry and cooking if that was what she wished to do, though he was sure she would soon have her share of weyr running duties to attend to. Weyrlings, candidates and searching schedules were all things that he knew Weyrleaders often divvied off to their goldriding counterpart to take care of. There was time yet before he needed to stress her out with the tasks though, what with Aradissicath only just having flown!

“What stories are you thinking of telling her?” R’nya asked with genuine curiosity, wondering if he could get Rhaedalyn to tell him a story. Not only would it delay having to get dressed and do responsible Weyrleader tasks that he was not looking forward to, but he found he greatly enjoyed the enthusiasm and dedication with which Rhaedalyn often told her tales. He wasn’t quite sure what type of story would be told to a child of little Alyren’s age, but he was prepared to enjoy it at any rate. Besides, why should their daughter be the only one to get stories? Perhaps he would have Xyreith tell him when Rhaedalyn was going to collect Alyren so he could join them for the nightly routine.

He’d mention that after Rhaedalyn relayed the tale she planned to tell.

While R’nya had never discouraged her story-telling and seemed to enjoy them the few times he had managed to get her to tell one, shyness always hit Rhaedalyn when details about the stories were asked for. She personally always enjoyed what she came up with but that didn’t mean she thought they were any good. Aradissicath, Alyren, and sometimes some of the younger blue dragons crept closer to listen as well when she told them outside, were the only ones that ever got to hear a story on a regular basis because she knew her audience wouldn’t turn against her and they all seemed to appreciate the same type of story as she did.

“I’m not sure,” she finally replied honestly, fiddling with her fingers in a nervous habit. “Sometimes I make them up as I go. Other times I may have come up with one during a chore and recount it to her later on. But they’re always happy stories. She’s too little for anything else,” Rhaedalyn often still thought she was too little for scary stories as well but she had learned a while ago that she was old enough for heart break so she couldn’t entirely live in the land of fairy tales anymore.

An idea dawned on her and she gave her best wicked smile, which on her likely didn’t look that devious at all. “I could tell you one now, if you’d like,” she still wasn’t sure if R’nya ever truly liked listening to her tales but in that moment, she was willing to take the risk of offering since if he accepted, he’d end up staying a little longer right where they were. Rhaedalyn was confident she’d be able to toss together a story that was of a good length and could keep the bronzerider both in bed and entertained.

R’nya was listening, but he was also busy playing tenderly with strands of Rhaedalyn’s hair, brushing them off her face and twirling strands between his fingers before letting it fall to join the rest, only to claim another strand and do it all over again. “Of course,” R’nya smiled slightly, pale eyes amused. “Tales of dashing and daring can wait a few more years!” He was interested to know what type of stories Rhaedalyn didn’t consider happy and fun, and why she would be dwelling in such imaginings. It didn’t sit well with him, especially when the situation with that damned bluerider implied less cheerful stories. Not that now was any time to be worrying about the past.

“I would like that,” R’nya replied, shifting himself to be more comfortable, stuffing the pillows up against the head of the bed, he leaned back against them after wriggling into a slouched sitting position. His light blue gaze watched Rhaedalyn appreciatively as he waited for her to make herself comfortable for the story telling session.

Rhaedalyn smiled brightly and without covering it like she so often did. It was a sure sign of how comfortable she was around R’nya that she was outgrowing some of her habits she’d had since she was young. “Then I would like to tell you one,” Rhaedalyn sat up, pulling her legs under her in the process. The sheet was grabbed so it could be draped around her shoulders since she felt a small draft on her exposed skin. It didn’t occur to her that she was sitting before a man completely nude and that it wasn’t very ladylike of her.

“This is a story of a beautiful lady and a jealous witch that curses her,” Rhaedalyn began, suddenly happy to have such a willing audience member that wasn’t a part of the practically daily group that assembled for her. She told the story with as much dramatic flair as was possible for her and ended on something close to a sigh of longing, “and that is the power of a kiss of true love.” Even though her heart had been smashed to a million pieces and she wasn’t sure if she could ever freely love again, Rhaedalyn still sometimes found herself in the perfect little fantasy world of hers where everything was true love and roses. Sometimes she really did wish it was possible for a happily ever after.

Suddenly Rhaedalyn shifted and curled up on the pillows beside R’nya, resting her head on his shoulder. “You know, you look very comfortable and who is to say your mind will really be in any official stuff you have to do today after a flight? I think you’d be excused if you played hooky a bit longer.” She might not be able to have a happily ever after but she’d settle for something resembling it for the afternoon.

R’nya smiled slightly as Rhaedalyn set about making herself comfortable, enjoying the innocence of her actions no less than the view her shifting afforded him of her body. It took no small effort to train his attention away from the way her limbs were moving or her chest lifting with each breath, to instead pay attention to the words pouring from her lips. Thankfully, R’nya found Rhaedalyn’s stories to be rather engrossing, and he was quickly as caught up in her tale telling antics.

The ending of the story was met with a little ‘hmm’ and a thoughtful look, before R’nya’s attention was thoroughly redirected when Rhaedalyn curled up against his side, her head at home on his shoulder. The bronzerider shifted slightly to wrap his arm around her gently, fingers tracing against her hip affectionately as he gave a soft laugh; “My mind will not be in ‘official stuff’ for days, love.”

Unfortunately, R’nya was, and still remained, a rather serious type and as much as he loved the idea of spending the day tucked away in Rhaedalyn’s weyr with the lovely lady, he couldn’t bring himself to be comfortable with such. “I hate to leave, but I really should.” Though he made no move to extract himself either from the bed or from Rhaedalyn’s company, and instead pressed a kiss to her temple. “The Searchriders will have to be put to work, and Faranth help us all if they decide a Flight is a good reason to slack off for the day!” That was the last thing he needed! Green and blueriders were notorious for getting out of work any way they could, and R’nya was loath to let them even think for a moment that a Flight was a good reason to stay cooped up in bed!

“Will you take charge of the Candidates, or do you have someone you can put in charge of them?” Usually such would fall to the Headwoman, but R’nya was alarmingly out of touch with what steps Rhaedalyn had taken to make the Weyr her own. Something he’d talk to her about at a later date, as it wasn’t terribly important at that moment. He also wanted to speak with her about the bringing in of ex-riders. That was going to be oodles of fun, but they both needed the help with their new roles; R’nya just hoped the men and women being collected were capable of being of assistance.

“That does sound like something some of the blueriders would do,” she was friends with a very small handful of people and somehow they all seemed to ride a blue dragon, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t aware of their reputations and how some of them – including her horrible no good ex-boyfriend – behaved. Rhaedalyn pouted again at R’nya being proper and serious with his new job title. She didn’t expect anything less of him but she still held onto a small sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, he’d shirk some duties for a small period of time. She knew it was a bit selfish of her to keep wanting the bronzerider to herself and part of the reasoning was she genuinely wanted to hang out with him that day but she also knew he accepted her and she could be herself around him. She still didn’t know where she truly fit in now that they had new roles and a new Weyr to get running.

R’nya unknowingly helped her find out some of the roles she was supposed to apparently be covering and Rhaedalyn sat up and stared with large hazel eyes at the man. “I… what? I… I don’t know. I don’t think I’d be very helpful with that and I certainly don’t know anyone that could help,” she was beginning to panic over such a responsibility. She had said not too long ago that she wanted to be a role model for ladies hoping to Impress gold so what would be so different about overseeing all of the Candidates? “Maybe I could do it… is there a book of rules or something to help me help them?” She wrapped the blanket tighter around her and hunched down into it a bit as she thought about the job she was supposed to do. She supposed she could ask R’nd and B’jin for advice as well since they did weyrling classes and would know how to handle large groups.