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07.Apr.19, 07:01 AM
Rhaedalyn was too tired to think. The girls were all in bed and that was where she wanted to be, but she also liked the evening wind down she got to have with R’nya. No kids looking for attention, no mentors telling them they were doing something wrong or not doing something they should be doing, no one in their care looking for advice or a solution to a problem she sometimes still wondered what qualified her to fix… just the two of them enjoying the quiet and sometimes a little more than just conversation.
She knew there was something on R’nya’s mind when he came home and despite how tired she was, she made sure to stay awake after the girls were down for the count. She flopped in one of their comfy chairs and smiled when R’nya entered with snacks and wine. She was a bit peckish and popped a piece of cheese in her mouth as her darling mate settled in on the arm of her chair to brush her hair. In the past, R’nya tried combing her hair and learned her crazy curls weren’t nearly as easy to deal with as straight hair. It was a painful learning experience but he now had the gentlest of touch and it always melted the tension of the day right out of her.
She listened carefully to what was on R’nya’s mind while she built little sandwiches out of the various snacks so they could be grabbed by either of them with little thought. She sipped on her wine as she considered what was being proposed and was a bit surprised he would ask her opinion on such an important matter. “I think there are a lot of merits to the idea.” She wanted to make sure her thoughts were organised and spoke a bit slowly as she worked her way through the points that might even help R’nya sway the mentors.
“I’ve always been torn about girls on fighters since it will be a tough life for them but riding gold isn’t an easy pass either. It’s still a lot of work but with a bit more respect,” only a bit though, thanks to past leaders changing the way some things worked. Though, honestly, she was okay with how Weyrleaders were chosen now. She couldn’t bear to think about being the WeyrWoman and having the possibility of someone else winning Aradissicath and then they became the Weyrleader until her next Flight.
“Honestly, if the girls knew they were Standing for gold and green, it would better prepare them for what could happen. Look at what happened to dear Vessaelia. She had been Searched for gold and everyone believed it and she ended up with a green I hear she struggles with. That could have gone so differently if she had been prepared.” Rhaedalyn frowned at her wine, heart breaking again for that pair. She could see how the pretty red head struggled with her emotions on the Sands, both happy to have a dragon but devastated at the colour. She would struggle so much in life now because of that.
But that wasn’t the entire point of the conversation and Rhaedalyn shook off her sorrow to grab a cracker sandwich and pop it into R’nya’s mouth to keep him from commenting just yet. “Healers in general will always be a good thing regardless of gender or where they are stationed. I like that we’ll have our own trained group in the near future and maybe some of them will start studying dragon healing again as well. It certainly doesn’t hurt to send as many girls as the Hall will take and it won’t hurt to Search for more to Stand to help bolster those numbers as well. Ista hasn’t fallen apart just yet,” though some would say the devastating heat and the fires were the spirit of Ista showing the distaste of women on fighters, “and I think the dragons will find their girls whether they’re on the Sands or not. We might as well help everyone be prepared.”
She knew there was something on R’nya’s mind when he came home and despite how tired she was, she made sure to stay awake after the girls were down for the count. She flopped in one of their comfy chairs and smiled when R’nya entered with snacks and wine. She was a bit peckish and popped a piece of cheese in her mouth as her darling mate settled in on the arm of her chair to brush her hair. In the past, R’nya tried combing her hair and learned her crazy curls weren’t nearly as easy to deal with as straight hair. It was a painful learning experience but he now had the gentlest of touch and it always melted the tension of the day right out of her.
She listened carefully to what was on R’nya’s mind while she built little sandwiches out of the various snacks so they could be grabbed by either of them with little thought. She sipped on her wine as she considered what was being proposed and was a bit surprised he would ask her opinion on such an important matter. “I think there are a lot of merits to the idea.” She wanted to make sure her thoughts were organised and spoke a bit slowly as she worked her way through the points that might even help R’nya sway the mentors.
“I’ve always been torn about girls on fighters since it will be a tough life for them but riding gold isn’t an easy pass either. It’s still a lot of work but with a bit more respect,” only a bit though, thanks to past leaders changing the way some things worked. Though, honestly, she was okay with how Weyrleaders were chosen now. She couldn’t bear to think about being the WeyrWoman and having the possibility of someone else winning Aradissicath and then they became the Weyrleader until her next Flight.
“Honestly, if the girls knew they were Standing for gold and green, it would better prepare them for what could happen. Look at what happened to dear Vessaelia. She had been Searched for gold and everyone believed it and she ended up with a green I hear she struggles with. That could have gone so differently if she had been prepared.” Rhaedalyn frowned at her wine, heart breaking again for that pair. She could see how the pretty red head struggled with her emotions on the Sands, both happy to have a dragon but devastated at the colour. She would struggle so much in life now because of that.
But that wasn’t the entire point of the conversation and Rhaedalyn shook off her sorrow to grab a cracker sandwich and pop it into R’nya’s mouth to keep him from commenting just yet. “Healers in general will always be a good thing regardless of gender or where they are stationed. I like that we’ll have our own trained group in the near future and maybe some of them will start studying dragon healing again as well. It certainly doesn’t hurt to send as many girls as the Hall will take and it won’t hurt to Search for more to Stand to help bolster those numbers as well. Ista hasn’t fallen apart just yet,” though some would say the devastating heat and the fires were the spirit of Ista showing the distaste of women on fighters, “and I think the dragons will find their girls whether they’re on the Sands or not. We might as well help everyone be prepared.”
