21.Jun.18, 02:09 AM
“I appreciate the thought, but with my luck Bedith will decide her ideal mate is a bronze with a rider younger than my children,” Rissa said with a sigh. And really, the odds weren’t in her favor for Bedith settling. The only golds who seemed to be content with a single bronze were Aradissicath and Mizeath. All the others were either maidens or hadn’t chosen a mate. At least the settled golds chose older bronzes, which Mulrissa would honestly prefer, so maybe Bedith would follow the example of the others. She somehow doubted it.
She nodded at B’jin’s assurance that Weyrlinghood covered Flight’s sufficiently. If anyone knew what Weyrling classes included, he would, so Rissa trusted his judgement on that. Now she just had to hope that this Clutch from two maiden dragons wouldn’t be as much of a mess as the last Clutch from two maiden dragons. And Syrendryth was Rhezalth’s clutchmate, which may mean nothing at all or could mean a lot. Rissa sighed again, before her attention snapped back to B’jin as he started teasing her.
“I would rather not,” She said mildly, raising an eyebrow at B’jin’s smirk. The man was having way too much fun with this idea. “T’ryn is a bit young still to be having children, don’t you agree?” Which, to be perfectly fair to T’ryn, was a bit hypocritical of her to say considering she’d had her first child at eighteen, but Rissa felt that your first time having sex — she didn’t have confirmation, but she was almost positive T’ryn had been a virgin based on how he acted, and wasn’t that something else to think about — was not when you wanted a child.
“You just want R’nd to feel as old as you do.” Mulrissa teased him, an expression of perfect innocence on her face. Pleased with her comeback, her expression turned serious again. “I haven’t asked him about a ride between yet, wanted to give him some time to process everything. But it’s a habit he needs to get into if Syrendryth is going to start Chasing.” Honestly, the amount of unexpected pregnancies that could be avoided if male dragonriders remembered to offer rides to the women they slept with. She laughed, a bit embarrassed, “I gave my son a similar lecture a few months ago. Guess it’s just instinct to want to give the same lecture to T’ryn too.” She blushed and focused back on eating the food she had piled on her plate.
She nodded at B’jin’s assurance that Weyrlinghood covered Flight’s sufficiently. If anyone knew what Weyrling classes included, he would, so Rissa trusted his judgement on that. Now she just had to hope that this Clutch from two maiden dragons wouldn’t be as much of a mess as the last Clutch from two maiden dragons. And Syrendryth was Rhezalth’s clutchmate, which may mean nothing at all or could mean a lot. Rissa sighed again, before her attention snapped back to B’jin as he started teasing her.
“I would rather not,” She said mildly, raising an eyebrow at B’jin’s smirk. The man was having way too much fun with this idea. “T’ryn is a bit young still to be having children, don’t you agree?” Which, to be perfectly fair to T’ryn, was a bit hypocritical of her to say considering she’d had her first child at eighteen, but Rissa felt that your first time having sex — she didn’t have confirmation, but she was almost positive T’ryn had been a virgin based on how he acted, and wasn’t that something else to think about — was not when you wanted a child.
“You just want R’nd to feel as old as you do.” Mulrissa teased him, an expression of perfect innocence on her face. Pleased with her comeback, her expression turned serious again. “I haven’t asked him about a ride between yet, wanted to give him some time to process everything. But it’s a habit he needs to get into if Syrendryth is going to start Chasing.” Honestly, the amount of unexpected pregnancies that could be avoided if male dragonriders remembered to offer rides to the women they slept with. She laughed, a bit embarrassed, “I gave my son a similar lecture a few months ago. Guess it’s just instinct to want to give the same lecture to T’ryn too.” She blushed and focused back on eating the food she had piled on her plate.