29.Jan.16, 02:16 AM
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.
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.