[G] [C] 736.08.07 | Another Win

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.