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25.Dec.13, 11:38 AM
R’nya shifted slightly, leaning back a little to peer down the gap between their bodies so he could see his own feet. He wriggled his toes, and then lifted an eyebrow as he turned his gaze to meet Ameris’. “I do not,” R’nya agreed, his tone conveying just the barest hint of amusement. It was a fleeting display, the bronzerider’s own features sobering as Ameris seemed to topple back into the reality of the moment.
He let her speak, remaining silent and watchful as she did so. When she faltered, he pulled her close again, ignoring the way her face had lost colour. If she puked on him, he would worry about that then; in the meantime, the girl was gently ordered to hush, R’nya’s voice both mild and resigned as he frowned over the top of Ameris’ head. “It is not your fault,” R’nya spoke gently, giving the girl a quick squeeze before releasing her and stepping back. His right arm wove lightly around her lower back and he urged her gently to walk. He did not intend to lead her far, just a few dragon lengths and back again, perhaps around a few of the random tents and dragon bodies that were littered about. Just enough to remove all focus from her mind and into mundane actions like walking.
“Accidents happen.” That was putting the whole fiasco of the landslide rather lightly, really, but R’nya knew from what had been shared with him via Xyreith, that what had Ameris so upset was certainly nothing more nor less than a truly horrific accident; Such terrible luck, to land so badly after years of dragonriding. He deeply wished she hadn’t been subjected to such a scene, that she didn’t blame herself. Wishes and what ifs were for more wistful thinking individuals than R’nya, however, and the bronzerider settled for giving Ameris another squeeze with the arm wrapped around her waist.
“There is nothing you could have done, my dear.” Pale blue eyes shifted from making sure he did not step on something uncomfortable, to glancing at the girl, and back again. “I am just thankful you are in one piece.” They’d all been so lucky… well, Tsuen had died, but R’nya had never considered the Weyrwoman to be amongst his girls (to be fair, the man was secretly as freaked out by that woman as the rest of the Weyr). To have all of them come through with minimal physical damage was amazing, and R’nya considered them all very lucky – even if he would never actually say as much. Seeing someone die as they attempt to help, losing a child, nearly drowning in the mud. R’nya barely suppressed a shudder of horror.
Physically his girls were fine. Emotionally? Mentally? Those were where the wounds were raw, and where they would remain raw for a long time.
He let her speak, remaining silent and watchful as she did so. When she faltered, he pulled her close again, ignoring the way her face had lost colour. If she puked on him, he would worry about that then; in the meantime, the girl was gently ordered to hush, R’nya’s voice both mild and resigned as he frowned over the top of Ameris’ head. “It is not your fault,” R’nya spoke gently, giving the girl a quick squeeze before releasing her and stepping back. His right arm wove lightly around her lower back and he urged her gently to walk. He did not intend to lead her far, just a few dragon lengths and back again, perhaps around a few of the random tents and dragon bodies that were littered about. Just enough to remove all focus from her mind and into mundane actions like walking.
“Accidents happen.” That was putting the whole fiasco of the landslide rather lightly, really, but R’nya knew from what had been shared with him via Xyreith, that what had Ameris so upset was certainly nothing more nor less than a truly horrific accident; Such terrible luck, to land so badly after years of dragonriding. He deeply wished she hadn’t been subjected to such a scene, that she didn’t blame herself. Wishes and what ifs were for more wistful thinking individuals than R’nya, however, and the bronzerider settled for giving Ameris another squeeze with the arm wrapped around her waist.
“There is nothing you could have done, my dear.” Pale blue eyes shifted from making sure he did not step on something uncomfortable, to glancing at the girl, and back again. “I am just thankful you are in one piece.” They’d all been so lucky… well, Tsuen had died, but R’nya had never considered the Weyrwoman to be amongst his girls (to be fair, the man was secretly as freaked out by that woman as the rest of the Weyr). To have all of them come through with minimal physical damage was amazing, and R’nya considered them all very lucky – even if he would never actually say as much. Seeing someone die as they attempt to help, losing a child, nearly drowning in the mud. R’nya barely suppressed a shudder of horror.
Physically his girls were fine. Emotionally? Mentally? Those were where the wounds were raw, and where they would remain raw for a long time.
