11.Jan.18, 08:39 AM
R’nya considered Quilriana seriously, enjoying the feel of her fingers at the back of his neck, playing with his hair. He had always been fond of people playing with his hair, which was why he often found time when he was in the company of his girls to play with their hair. Especially when the women had longer hair; or unique hair such as Rhaedalyn’s beautiful curls. He was glad her hair was getting longer again; he enjoyed it immensely, especially getting lost in it when they were… R’nya blinked, and leaned forward, kissing Quilriana on the nose and setting his mind firmly back on the woman before him.
“Probably,” he didn’t seem concerned. “Bronzes do not Search – blues, and sometimes greens, do that. We can get one of the Searchers to do it officially, but Xyreith seems to think he will do fine.” Well, maybe not the exactly what Xyreith had said, but he hadn’t said the boy had a brick wall for a mind, so R’nya figured Quinvalis at least had a shot. After all, he’d seen some truly questionable young men Impress over the years, and Quinvalis was a good kid, with a great personality and he was intelligent and hardworking. R’nya didn’t know what the kid would Impress, but he’d be surprised if it wasn’t a brown or a brown. He just didn’t have that … quirk that made a man out to be a green or bluerider material. At least in R’nya’s opinion… but what did he know, really?
“If she asks, I will tell her. I will probably tell her anyway,” R’nya shrugged slightly. “She has seen you and the kids before; you have all been to the Weyr.” The bronzerider was confused about Quilriana’s apparent concern about Rhaedalyn, though he could not quite figure out the why of it all. Weyr bred and raised, it did not occur to R’nya that the woman was looking out for Rhaedalyn’s heart, or that he could cause hurt through his being in a relationship of sorts with Quilriana; he was too much a dragonrider. He would have been shocked if someone came out and told him what he was doing could be considered wrong in the eyes of others, especially the two hold-bred women he was involved with.
R’nya leaned forward again, kissing Quilriana lightly. “She will be fine, and so will Quinvalis.” Grey-blue eyes sparkled mischievously, his lips quirking just slightly with a smile. “I fully expect him to be torn between getting into all kinds of mischief with the other boys, and being the top of his class.” Candidacy was something R’nya had very fond memories of, though he had been incredibly selective about which clutch it was he would stand for, he had participated in almost every available Candidacy class, and taken notes from afar on the Weyrling groups.
“Probably,” he didn’t seem concerned. “Bronzes do not Search – blues, and sometimes greens, do that. We can get one of the Searchers to do it officially, but Xyreith seems to think he will do fine.” Well, maybe not the exactly what Xyreith had said, but he hadn’t said the boy had a brick wall for a mind, so R’nya figured Quinvalis at least had a shot. After all, he’d seen some truly questionable young men Impress over the years, and Quinvalis was a good kid, with a great personality and he was intelligent and hardworking. R’nya didn’t know what the kid would Impress, but he’d be surprised if it wasn’t a brown or a brown. He just didn’t have that … quirk that made a man out to be a green or bluerider material. At least in R’nya’s opinion… but what did he know, really?
“If she asks, I will tell her. I will probably tell her anyway,” R’nya shrugged slightly. “She has seen you and the kids before; you have all been to the Weyr.” The bronzerider was confused about Quilriana’s apparent concern about Rhaedalyn, though he could not quite figure out the why of it all. Weyr bred and raised, it did not occur to R’nya that the woman was looking out for Rhaedalyn’s heart, or that he could cause hurt through his being in a relationship of sorts with Quilriana; he was too much a dragonrider. He would have been shocked if someone came out and told him what he was doing could be considered wrong in the eyes of others, especially the two hold-bred women he was involved with.
R’nya leaned forward again, kissing Quilriana lightly. “She will be fine, and so will Quinvalis.” Grey-blue eyes sparkled mischievously, his lips quirking just slightly with a smile. “I fully expect him to be torn between getting into all kinds of mischief with the other boys, and being the top of his class.” Candidacy was something R’nya had very fond memories of, though he had been incredibly selective about which clutch it was he would stand for, he had participated in almost every available Candidacy class, and taken notes from afar on the Weyrling groups.