09.Dec.17, 09:13 AM
R’nya frowned down at Z’ia with a stony expression as the little bluerider finally moved his feet off of R’nya’s desk and stood up. It was such a strong desire to punch the man right in the nose, but R’nya was a better man than that, and he hid his feelings carefully – he did not want to upset Rhaedalyn. “I am sure you are,” R’nya replied dryly, frowning down at the missive he was given – it was definitely not important, and was little more than an update on the goings on at the other Weyr – before passing it to Rhaedalyn to read. He almost smiled at the look that flashed across Z’ia’s face when he did that, but managed to suppress it.
“You will refrain from issuing orders, to my Weyrwoman or otherwise, while in my Weyr, bluerider.” R’nya said firmly, standing over Z’ia he scowled down at the man until he removed himself from R’nya’s seat. Sitting down, R’nya ignored Z’ia (who was poking around his office uninvited) as he wrote a quick reply to his fellow Weyrleader, and sealed the note with a dollop of wax and the imprint of his stamp. R’nya looked up and offered Rhaedalyn a nod of approval when she responded to Z’ia with great decorum, pleasing R’nya immensely. He could see how frazzled she was by the bluerider’s presence.
The drinks arrived quickly, and R’nya was pleased by that, too. The sooner they got the bluerider out of the Weyr, the sooner he could get Rhaedalyn to take a deep breath and relax. R’nya stood up, and held the letter out to Z’ia, his expression stony once more as the visitor took the note, and drank from the glass. R’nya supposed it was too much to ask that the bluerider be allergic to redfruit juice.
“Travel safe,” R’nya said firmly, walking Z’ia out of the room before he could say anything else to Rhaedalyn. He stood in the doorway, watching Z’ia as the bluerider glided down the hall and finally made his way out of sight. R’nya set Xyreith to make sure their visitor actually left, before turning back into the office. He closed the door carefully behind him, and strode over to Rhaedalyn.
“Are you okay?” He asked gently, aching to wrap her up in his arms, but not sure if she wanted to be touched. “You handled him magnificently, Rhaedalyn. I am so proud of you.” He stepped a little closer, and brushed her hair from her face, unable to restrain himself, he gently brushed his hands down her arms, until he was holding her hands loosely.
“You will refrain from issuing orders, to my Weyrwoman or otherwise, while in my Weyr, bluerider.” R’nya said firmly, standing over Z’ia he scowled down at the man until he removed himself from R’nya’s seat. Sitting down, R’nya ignored Z’ia (who was poking around his office uninvited) as he wrote a quick reply to his fellow Weyrleader, and sealed the note with a dollop of wax and the imprint of his stamp. R’nya looked up and offered Rhaedalyn a nod of approval when she responded to Z’ia with great decorum, pleasing R’nya immensely. He could see how frazzled she was by the bluerider’s presence.
The drinks arrived quickly, and R’nya was pleased by that, too. The sooner they got the bluerider out of the Weyr, the sooner he could get Rhaedalyn to take a deep breath and relax. R’nya stood up, and held the letter out to Z’ia, his expression stony once more as the visitor took the note, and drank from the glass. R’nya supposed it was too much to ask that the bluerider be allergic to redfruit juice.
“Travel safe,” R’nya said firmly, walking Z’ia out of the room before he could say anything else to Rhaedalyn. He stood in the doorway, watching Z’ia as the bluerider glided down the hall and finally made his way out of sight. R’nya set Xyreith to make sure their visitor actually left, before turning back into the office. He closed the door carefully behind him, and strode over to Rhaedalyn.
“Are you okay?” He asked gently, aching to wrap her up in his arms, but not sure if she wanted to be touched. “You handled him magnificently, Rhaedalyn. I am so proud of you.” He stepped a little closer, and brushed her hair from her face, unable to restrain himself, he gently brushed his hands down her arms, until he was holding her hands loosely.