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28.Apr.19, 10:08 AM
Eyebrows lifted, and expression bemused, R’nya considered this new information that Rhaedalyn had gifted him. He’d known she would know, after all, he remembered that she’d gotten lessons from a couple of riders in the cooking department. He remembered well the… interesting… meals that he had eaten in the beginning. Thankfully, D’hys was apparently as patient a Saint, whatever that was… Before R’nya could get side-tracked by language and words that had obscure meanings, Rhaedalyn was speaking again and R’nya roped his attention back onto his mate, grinning at her from behind the rim of his wineglass as she made herself comfortable.
“My dear, wonderful woman!” R’nya exclaimed, setting his glass aside carefully and smoothly shifting onto his knees so he could lean across and press a quick kiss to Rhaedalyn’s lips. “You are a gift.” Beaming, R’nya shifted to his feet, well versed in the motion from the past couple of turns of sitting on the floor with their daughters. R’nya picked up one of Rhaedalyn’s little sandwiches, and popped it into his mouth, chewing it up as he thought, pacing excitedly.
“Not much we can do about the cooking, if there is no Hall, since we have enough to deal with without organising one of those!” He could just imagine how incredibly painful creating a new Hall would be, especially since Rhaedalyn had just said the people with the best recipes were disinclined to share them. R’nya wondered for a moment how many delicious meals had been lost to the dust, before attaching his attention back upon the Weavercraft Hall.
“The plant-dye-idea is perfect, though.” He turned to smile at Rhaedalyn, visibly proud of her idea and the fact that she had presented it. “We will need to do some research, though,” he said mildly, thinking as he spoke, “find out the going rate of the different coloured dyes. I haven’t the foggiest how much they will give for the plants in Katila.” He glanced at Rhaedalyn, lifting an eyebrow slightly in question, asking without verbalising if she herself had any idea. He did recall she’d dabbled in the trade before finding herself at Katila.
“My dear, wonderful woman!” R’nya exclaimed, setting his glass aside carefully and smoothly shifting onto his knees so he could lean across and press a quick kiss to Rhaedalyn’s lips. “You are a gift.” Beaming, R’nya shifted to his feet, well versed in the motion from the past couple of turns of sitting on the floor with their daughters. R’nya picked up one of Rhaedalyn’s little sandwiches, and popped it into his mouth, chewing it up as he thought, pacing excitedly.
“Not much we can do about the cooking, if there is no Hall, since we have enough to deal with without organising one of those!” He could just imagine how incredibly painful creating a new Hall would be, especially since Rhaedalyn had just said the people with the best recipes were disinclined to share them. R’nya wondered for a moment how many delicious meals had been lost to the dust, before attaching his attention back upon the Weavercraft Hall.
“The plant-dye-idea is perfect, though.” He turned to smile at Rhaedalyn, visibly proud of her idea and the fact that she had presented it. “We will need to do some research, though,” he said mildly, thinking as he spoke, “find out the going rate of the different coloured dyes. I haven’t the foggiest how much they will give for the plants in Katila.” He glanced at Rhaedalyn, lifting an eyebrow slightly in question, asking without verbalising if she herself had any idea. He did recall she’d dabbled in the trade before finding herself at Katila.
