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08.Dec.17, 02:00 AM
R’nya had had his eye on Rhaedalyn for Turns, though no one but Xyreith would ever know that. Not because he was embarrassed by the fact, but simply because R’nya didn’t feel it was proper (especially since it reminded him far too much of actions of the past, and look how that had turned out in the end!) So R’nya had inserted himself with the newly Impressed Kahleena, and had been beyond delighted when she dragged Rhaedalyn along for the ride. His group of ‘Golden Girls’ had only grown since then, but R’nya knew he’d favoured Rhaedalyn since the beginning. She was a beautiful, engaging young woman and he’d been charmed by her since the first moment together.
He had been thrilled when Rhaedalyn had Impressed to Aradissicath, and he’d annoyed Xyreith constantly with his intent for the bronze to befriend the little gold. Xyreith had ignored him, as he was want to do, but the end result had ended up with the two dragons getting along swimmingly, long before Aradissicath ever took to the skies. No, they were not the problem. The problem had been the bluerider that – for some reason R’nya would never understand – Rhaedalyn was swept away by. R’nya didn’t know what she saw in him. He was short. He was blue. He was everything blueriders were reputed to be – social, outgoing, fun-loving and pretty much everything R’nya didn’t stand out as. He was crushed, but he was also pretty sure he did a good job of hiding it from everyone but Kahleena. Faranth knew how she could see through him.
In the end, though, Z’ia had destroyed everything and though R’nya’s heart ached for Rhaedalyn’s pain, he was hardly displeased by the outcome, especially since Xyreith had won Aradissicath’s two flights and she had come to him, heartbroken and pregnant. Z’ia was clearly a Faranth banished idiot! At any rate, it only took a glance to see that Alyren was R’nya’s daughter, something that wouldn’t have mattered, really, but made the bronzerider impossibly happy. His daughter. With Rhaedalyn! When she’d brought home Varlea, R’nya had been charmed once more, but Rhaedalyn’s warm heart and open arms. It had been strange, getting used to two little girls running around and destroying their weyr, but R’nya wouldn’t change it for the world.
R’nya shifted his hand from gently cupping Rhaedalyn’s chin and wiped away the tear with a soft touch, not making a comment on it, his mind still far too filled with all the events that had led to that moment. He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was, and the smile that tilted his lips up slightly at the corners was warm with emotion. “I’m glad,” he murmured, thumb tracing the edge of Rhaedalyn’s jaw in soft, slow motions. His lazy smile lingered as more tears topped from Rhaedalyn’s pretty eyes; he wasn’t worried, for he could see the joy in her eyes, and he’d been around the young woman long enough to know she was an emotional one! R’nya shifted, kissing her lightly on the tip of her nose after her little – and very formal! He liked it! – statement.
“Mighty Weyrleaders of Fort,” R’nya added dryly, as Rhaedalyn leaned back from kissing him, the same time there was a firm knock on the door leading into her Weyr. He had a niggling fear it was probably Jajojin coming to give him orders about how Weyrleaders should act after a Flight. Or some other such ash that R’nya wasn’t interested in at all. When the knock sounded again, R’nya raised his eyebrows at Rhaedalyn, and kissed her lightly. “Let me take care of that,” he said with gentle firmness, knowing Rhaedalyn would likely flee if she realised the Mentors were going to come crashing in. That wouldn’t do at all!
Pants still on (though to be fair, R’nya wouldn’t have been above answering the door stark naked.) R’nya made his way to the door as another round of knocking belied the visitor’s impatience. R’nya opened the door enough to speak politely, but bodily blocked entrance from the ex-rider who was, indeed, standing on the other side. He wouldn’t be surprised if Rhaedalyn’s Mentor was nearby. It didn’t take long to banish the man, though. R’nya pulled rank, and when that didn’t work, threatened to have Xyreith bespeak the man. Cruel, but effective. Jajojin didn’t need to know that Xyreith didn’t bespeak anyone. Dinner arrived while R’nya was still at the door, and it was quickly taken from the worried looking drudge.
Arms loaded with the platters full of food, R’nya returned to Rhaedalyn. He set everything on her dresser for a moment, so he could steal a sheet off the bed. Spreading it out on the floor, R’nya relocated all the food to the floor for a picnic. Once it was all set up, R’nya selected one of Rhaedalyn’s bathrobes from nearby, and held his hand out to Rhaedalyn, a warm smile on his lips.
“Would my dearest Rhaedalyn care to join me?”
He had been thrilled when Rhaedalyn had Impressed to Aradissicath, and he’d annoyed Xyreith constantly with his intent for the bronze to befriend the little gold. Xyreith had ignored him, as he was want to do, but the end result had ended up with the two dragons getting along swimmingly, long before Aradissicath ever took to the skies. No, they were not the problem. The problem had been the bluerider that – for some reason R’nya would never understand – Rhaedalyn was swept away by. R’nya didn’t know what she saw in him. He was short. He was blue. He was everything blueriders were reputed to be – social, outgoing, fun-loving and pretty much everything R’nya didn’t stand out as. He was crushed, but he was also pretty sure he did a good job of hiding it from everyone but Kahleena. Faranth knew how she could see through him.
In the end, though, Z’ia had destroyed everything and though R’nya’s heart ached for Rhaedalyn’s pain, he was hardly displeased by the outcome, especially since Xyreith had won Aradissicath’s two flights and she had come to him, heartbroken and pregnant. Z’ia was clearly a Faranth banished idiot! At any rate, it only took a glance to see that Alyren was R’nya’s daughter, something that wouldn’t have mattered, really, but made the bronzerider impossibly happy. His daughter. With Rhaedalyn! When she’d brought home Varlea, R’nya had been charmed once more, but Rhaedalyn’s warm heart and open arms. It had been strange, getting used to two little girls running around and destroying their weyr, but R’nya wouldn’t change it for the world.
R’nya shifted his hand from gently cupping Rhaedalyn’s chin and wiped away the tear with a soft touch, not making a comment on it, his mind still far too filled with all the events that had led to that moment. He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was, and the smile that tilted his lips up slightly at the corners was warm with emotion. “I’m glad,” he murmured, thumb tracing the edge of Rhaedalyn’s jaw in soft, slow motions. His lazy smile lingered as more tears topped from Rhaedalyn’s pretty eyes; he wasn’t worried, for he could see the joy in her eyes, and he’d been around the young woman long enough to know she was an emotional one! R’nya shifted, kissing her lightly on the tip of her nose after her little – and very formal! He liked it! – statement.
“Mighty Weyrleaders of Fort,” R’nya added dryly, as Rhaedalyn leaned back from kissing him, the same time there was a firm knock on the door leading into her Weyr. He had a niggling fear it was probably Jajojin coming to give him orders about how Weyrleaders should act after a Flight. Or some other such ash that R’nya wasn’t interested in at all. When the knock sounded again, R’nya raised his eyebrows at Rhaedalyn, and kissed her lightly. “Let me take care of that,” he said with gentle firmness, knowing Rhaedalyn would likely flee if she realised the Mentors were going to come crashing in. That wouldn’t do at all!
Pants still on (though to be fair, R’nya wouldn’t have been above answering the door stark naked.) R’nya made his way to the door as another round of knocking belied the visitor’s impatience. R’nya opened the door enough to speak politely, but bodily blocked entrance from the ex-rider who was, indeed, standing on the other side. He wouldn’t be surprised if Rhaedalyn’s Mentor was nearby. It didn’t take long to banish the man, though. R’nya pulled rank, and when that didn’t work, threatened to have Xyreith bespeak the man. Cruel, but effective. Jajojin didn’t need to know that Xyreith didn’t bespeak anyone. Dinner arrived while R’nya was still at the door, and it was quickly taken from the worried looking drudge.
Arms loaded with the platters full of food, R’nya returned to Rhaedalyn. He set everything on her dresser for a moment, so he could steal a sheet off the bed. Spreading it out on the floor, R’nya relocated all the food to the floor for a picnic. Once it was all set up, R’nya selected one of Rhaedalyn’s bathrobes from nearby, and held his hand out to Rhaedalyn, a warm smile on his lips.
“Would my dearest Rhaedalyn care to join me?”
