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22.Jan.19, 08:42 AM
R’nya’s eyes twinkled, but he gave Quilriana a dry smile, the edge of his lip twisted slightly. “Considering failure would have had Jajojin in a frenzy, such persuasions were not likely to be off the table,” the bronzerider’s expression flickered with distaste, before smiling softly and leaning over to kiss Quilriana lightly on the cheek. “Though I admit he is certainly not to my tastes!” Amused, R’nya relaxed back onto the pillows, which he’d piled up against the bedhead so he could lean on it. Gentle fingers ran lazily through Quilriana’s hair; her hair was so straight and such a different type of silky smooth than Rhaedalyn’s.
A light smile and a small nod when Quilriana said she’d let Quilista go to the Hall if she desired; he was glad, and approved of the young girls getting themselves an education that would help them out in life. R’nya was traditional enough that he didn’t approve of the women being on dragons – especially not fighting dragons – but he didn’t want them to feel as if they were useless or unappreciated. He certainly appreciated Rhaedalyn and all that she did, and he had ever intention of making sure his daughters (all five of them!) were warriors when they grew up, too. Albeit preferably ones without a dragon… even a gold dragon was questionable. Then, of course, there was the fear that one of his precious baby girls would end up like poor Indivara had when she was birthing Vadira.
R’nya, who had been frowning as his thoughts took him down somewhat frightful paths, even if he was getting rather ahead of himself, refocused and frowned at Quilriana when she brought up marks, and payment, and he sat up slightly, leaning over onto his elbow so he could meet her eye seriously. “No.” The single word came out with gentle firmness, and he ran his fingers softly on her arm. “I am not paying, and neither are you, or anyone else. It is coming directly out of the Weyr’s coffers, which are mainly filled by fat lordlings who are too lazy to walk, or don’t wish to be inconvenienced by more mundane methods of travel.” He realised in that moment that he would likely have to arrange for Quilista to be ‘searched’, but knew – at least Pre-Plague – that most gold candidates were Searched by bronzes, anyway, so no one would think twice about Xyreith tagging the girl for Candidacy.
Not that R’nya wanted to see Quilista on the Sands any more than his own daughters, honestly, but he wouldn’t deny her if her mother was okay with it.
A light smile and a small nod when Quilriana said she’d let Quilista go to the Hall if she desired; he was glad, and approved of the young girls getting themselves an education that would help them out in life. R’nya was traditional enough that he didn’t approve of the women being on dragons – especially not fighting dragons – but he didn’t want them to feel as if they were useless or unappreciated. He certainly appreciated Rhaedalyn and all that she did, and he had ever intention of making sure his daughters (all five of them!) were warriors when they grew up, too. Albeit preferably ones without a dragon… even a gold dragon was questionable. Then, of course, there was the fear that one of his precious baby girls would end up like poor Indivara had when she was birthing Vadira.
R’nya, who had been frowning as his thoughts took him down somewhat frightful paths, even if he was getting rather ahead of himself, refocused and frowned at Quilriana when she brought up marks, and payment, and he sat up slightly, leaning over onto his elbow so he could meet her eye seriously. “No.” The single word came out with gentle firmness, and he ran his fingers softly on her arm. “I am not paying, and neither are you, or anyone else. It is coming directly out of the Weyr’s coffers, which are mainly filled by fat lordlings who are too lazy to walk, or don’t wish to be inconvenienced by more mundane methods of travel.” He realised in that moment that he would likely have to arrange for Quilista to be ‘searched’, but knew – at least Pre-Plague – that most gold candidates were Searched by bronzes, anyway, so no one would think twice about Xyreith tagging the girl for Candidacy.
Not that R’nya wanted to see Quilista on the Sands any more than his own daughters, honestly, but he wouldn’t deny her if her mother was okay with it.
