29.Oct.16, 01:28 AM
To say R’nya was surprised by Ameris’ pregnancy would be an understatement, and for a spilt second there was an expression of dumbfounded surprise on the usually stoic dragonrider’s face, before it vanished behind his usual mask – albeit one with a half-smile forming on his lips. “That is quite fine!” Memories of Rhaedalyn and her pregnancy flittered to the forefront of his mind, and thankfully outweighed the older memories of Etralla, though she’d not lived to see her pregnancy through to an end. The times with Rhaedalyn were fun, exciting, and were warm memories to fall back on.
“Rhaedalyn and the girls are doing well! Alyren will be two soon and Varlea will be four at the end of the Turn. They grow so fast!” Giving Mizeath a polite pat to the nose, R’nya settled himself on the ground opposite Ameris, pleased to update her on the antics of his two little girls – even if one of them was a fosterling, it didn’t stop her from calling him daddy so it was certainly not going to stop him from calling her his. “How is your little man?” He hadn’t spent much time around the child, but he remembered a cute little boy that was a few Turns older than Varlea. “Is he excited by the new baby?”
Xyreith moved to join the party with easy motions, curling up behind R’nya and rumbling a more personal greeting to Mizeath. He hadn’t gotten to spend much time around the young gold, not after claiming Aradissicath as his own. He loved her dearly, but she was a jealous girl and he was more inclined to not pissing her off by socialising with the other gold dragons, if that is all it took to keep her happy – and generally, it was. But Xyreith wasn’t about to ignore Mizeath when he was in her Weyr, and certainly not when Aradissicath wasn’t there to scold him with her gaze of liquid fury. He’d probably get chewed out when he got home, but he’d worry about that later.
How are you liking your new home? While not the chattiest of dragons, Xyreith was genuinely curious to know how Mizeath was settling into the Weyr that she had claimed as her own. Certainly she had to be more comfortable now than when she and every other gold were fighting for a spot on the Hatching Sands, or fleeing because someone else was taking Flight and they couldn’t be in the same area. Gold dragons were so much drama!
“Rhaedalyn and the girls are doing well! Alyren will be two soon and Varlea will be four at the end of the Turn. They grow so fast!” Giving Mizeath a polite pat to the nose, R’nya settled himself on the ground opposite Ameris, pleased to update her on the antics of his two little girls – even if one of them was a fosterling, it didn’t stop her from calling him daddy so it was certainly not going to stop him from calling her his. “How is your little man?” He hadn’t spent much time around the child, but he remembered a cute little boy that was a few Turns older than Varlea. “Is he excited by the new baby?”
Xyreith moved to join the party with easy motions, curling up behind R’nya and rumbling a more personal greeting to Mizeath. He hadn’t gotten to spend much time around the young gold, not after claiming Aradissicath as his own. He loved her dearly, but she was a jealous girl and he was more inclined to not pissing her off by socialising with the other gold dragons, if that is all it took to keep her happy – and generally, it was. But Xyreith wasn’t about to ignore Mizeath when he was in her Weyr, and certainly not when Aradissicath wasn’t there to scold him with her gaze of liquid fury. He’d probably get chewed out when he got home, but he’d worry about that later.