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14.Oct.17, 02:36 AM
R’nya had had a busy day. He’d spent most the night up with a sick Varlea – the child seemed to have inherited her mother’s chronic ability to catch sick – and he’d been exhausted all day. Not that anyone but Rhaedalyn cared about that! Even Xyreith had snorted dismissively when R’nya had voiced his exhaustion in a jaw cracking yawn. R’nya had grumbled to himself, kissed Rhaedalyn lovingly – he was still constantly surprised she was his to kiss as he desired – and had made his way to his office. He was quickly inundated with tasks, and had no time to rest as he rushed around all day like the chicken without its head. He’d skipped lunch, though he felt bad about it. He could almost guarantee that Rhaedalyn had brought it to his office for him, but all he’d had time to do was grab the redfruit off the tray and make his way to the next task.
No rest for the wicked, right?
Xyreith had laughed at that, wondering when it was R’nya had decided he was wicked. The bronzerider had to concede that notion, and dodged down a hall to avoid Jajojin who looked as if he had another mountain of tasks for him. If anyone asks, you don’t know where I am! he’d begged his dragon, sounding so pathetic that Xyreith had actually rumbled out loud, probably startling Rhaedalyn though he didn’t care to notice.I don’t know where you are, Sir he’d chortled, and R’nya at least had the pleasure of amusing his dragon so much. He stayed hidden until he’d finished the fruit, and then it was back into the fray.
By five pm, the exhausted bronzerider was walking up from the stockyards, having met with the herder in charge of their livestock. He was talking to Xyreith as he walked, the bronze having chosen to curl up around his mate instead of flying down to pick up his rider and ferry him to the weyr he shared with Rhaedalyn and the children. It was as he was walking, his attention distracted, that he caught site of Oenthi by the lake. He did a double take, noticing she was alone, and changed the direction of his path.
“Oenthi!” He greeted, taking in the sight of the young goldrider sitting with her feet in the water, and her dragon nowhere to be seen. She could have been under the water, but R’nya doubted it and was confirmed by Xyreith that the girl’s gold was sunbathing on the ledges. “How are you today, my dear?” smiling gently, R’nya came to a stop beside her, and settled himself on the ground, crossing his legs to avoid getting his boots wet. Once he was comfortable, the Weyrleader flashed a tired smile at the girl, though it didn’t last long, and R’nya turned his attention to looking over the lake’s surface, his expression drawn from the day’s work but at peace.
No rest for the wicked, right?
Xyreith had laughed at that, wondering when it was R’nya had decided he was wicked. The bronzerider had to concede that notion, and dodged down a hall to avoid Jajojin who looked as if he had another mountain of tasks for him. If anyone asks, you don’t know where I am! he’d begged his dragon, sounding so pathetic that Xyreith had actually rumbled out loud, probably startling Rhaedalyn though he didn’t care to notice.
By five pm, the exhausted bronzerider was walking up from the stockyards, having met with the herder in charge of their livestock. He was talking to Xyreith as he walked, the bronze having chosen to curl up around his mate instead of flying down to pick up his rider and ferry him to the weyr he shared with Rhaedalyn and the children. It was as he was walking, his attention distracted, that he caught site of Oenthi by the lake. He did a double take, noticing she was alone, and changed the direction of his path.
“Oenthi!” He greeted, taking in the sight of the young goldrider sitting with her feet in the water, and her dragon nowhere to be seen. She could have been under the water, but R’nya doubted it and was confirmed by Xyreith that the girl’s gold was sunbathing on the ledges. “How are you today, my dear?” smiling gently, R’nya came to a stop beside her, and settled himself on the ground, crossing his legs to avoid getting his boots wet. Once he was comfortable, the Weyrleader flashed a tired smile at the girl, though it didn’t last long, and R’nya turned his attention to looking over the lake’s surface, his expression drawn from the day’s work but at peace.
