17.Dec.16, 01:29 AM
R’nya was beginning to wonder if he’d overstepped some boundary when Rhaedalyn seemed to be trying to figure out how to word her reply to his question. He’d felt it was a simple one, and really he was only expecting a simple yes or no – preferably an exuberant yes – but he didn’t feel it was something that would require so much thought. He should have known better, after all, it was Rhaedalyn he was talking with. R’nya worried his bottom lip absently, eyebrows drawing together when Rhaedalyn wriggled her fingers where they were still held lightly in his own hands. R’nya didn’t realise he was holding his breath until a few moments later.
“Very much so,” he breathed, delighted with the positive response Rhaedalyn had finally given him. To call her his own was something he had wanted to do for far too long, though R’nya wasn’t about to admit such to her, not then and probably not for a long time to come. She didn’t need to know anytime soon, and R’nya would have worried that letting her know too soon would spook her. Rhaedalyn seemed rather easy to spook when it came to love. Probably that was Z’ia’s fault, though R’nya wasn’t stupid enough to come out and ask.
Instead, R’nya dropped Rhaedalyn’s hands gently into her lap and caught her face with a light touch, bringing their lips together with a delighted grin. This flight had gone better than he would have dreamed, and R’nya was high on good emotions, delighting in all that had transpired. He didn’t want it to end, but indeed they had been holed up for quite a while and R’nya was sure someone would come along to interrupt them before too much more time had passed. It would probably be worth getting ahead of the crowd. Instructing Xyreith to detour anyone that came seeking himself or Rhaedalyn, R’nya broke the kiss and considered his lovely companion with a quizzical smile.
“How does dinner in bed sound?”
What was the fun in being Weyrleaders, if you couldn’t abuse your power once in a while? R’nya’s grin turned slightly naughty.
“Very much so,” he breathed, delighted with the positive response Rhaedalyn had finally given him. To call her his own was something he had wanted to do for far too long, though R’nya wasn’t about to admit such to her, not then and probably not for a long time to come. She didn’t need to know anytime soon, and R’nya would have worried that letting her know too soon would spook her. Rhaedalyn seemed rather easy to spook when it came to love. Probably that was Z’ia’s fault, though R’nya wasn’t stupid enough to come out and ask.
Instead, R’nya dropped Rhaedalyn’s hands gently into her lap and caught her face with a light touch, bringing their lips together with a delighted grin. This flight had gone better than he would have dreamed, and R’nya was high on good emotions, delighting in all that had transpired. He didn’t want it to end, but indeed they had been holed up for quite a while and R’nya was sure someone would come along to interrupt them before too much more time had passed. It would probably be worth getting ahead of the crowd. Instructing Xyreith to detour anyone that came seeking himself or Rhaedalyn, R’nya broke the kiss and considered his lovely companion with a quizzical smile.
“How does dinner in bed sound?”
What was the fun in being Weyrleaders, if you couldn’t abuse your power once in a while? R’nya’s grin turned slightly naughty.