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13.Nov.17, 03:41 AM
Rhaedalyn decided the best course of action was to ignore the bluerider. He wouldn’t hurt her; couldn’t really. At least not physically. He was visiting another Weyr, in the Weyrleader’s office, and she was mated to the Weyrleader. If they had still been together and he did something to her, Rhaedalyn had no doubts that people would believe Z’ia and whatever excuse he tossed out for the bruise she sported. Here, he wouldn’t dare. She had learned after a lot of overthinking and analysing their relationship that he was clever and crafty and wouldn’t stick his head out further than he had to.
So she ignored him, picking up everything she saw and setting it aside once she was done, then pulling out one of the cloth napkins she had brought for their meal as well. She began brushing up any smaller bits of food she couldn’t grab with her fingers and then moved to the real problem that was the juice leaking down the side of the desk to make a lovely puddle on the floor. She didn’t even want to think about the top of the desk and if she had ruined any reports. She’d rewrite anything if she had with a plethora of apologies to R’nya as she did so.
She was just running the cloth up the side of the desk, intent on standing up to investigate her damage on top when Z’ia dared to speak to her again in that tone of voice that used to make her melt and heart flutter at the way he said her name. She held her expression neutral as she cut her gaze to him and frowned at the question. Of course she knew where he spent his nights. Had no one updated Z’ia on her current relationship with R’nya and that they were now mated, not simply co-parenting their daughter and adoptive daughter? She smiled sweetly, having no reason to even consider there was more to his question or to doubt R’nya, “I do. In my bed as we’re mated, Z’ia.” She still wasn’t happy with being in a room with the unpredictable bluerider but Rhaedalyn felt a bit better now that she believed she had put him in his place.
So she ignored him, picking up everything she saw and setting it aside once she was done, then pulling out one of the cloth napkins she had brought for their meal as well. She began brushing up any smaller bits of food she couldn’t grab with her fingers and then moved to the real problem that was the juice leaking down the side of the desk to make a lovely puddle on the floor. She didn’t even want to think about the top of the desk and if she had ruined any reports. She’d rewrite anything if she had with a plethora of apologies to R’nya as she did so.
She was just running the cloth up the side of the desk, intent on standing up to investigate her damage on top when Z’ia dared to speak to her again in that tone of voice that used to make her melt and heart flutter at the way he said her name. She held her expression neutral as she cut her gaze to him and frowned at the question. Of course she knew where he spent his nights. Had no one updated Z’ia on her current relationship with R’nya and that they were now mated, not simply co-parenting their daughter and adoptive daughter? She smiled sweetly, having no reason to even consider there was more to his question or to doubt R’nya, “I do. In my bed as we’re mated, Z’ia.” She still wasn’t happy with being in a room with the unpredictable bluerider but Rhaedalyn felt a bit better now that she believed she had put him in his place.
