13.Jan.16, 12:34 AM
R’nya’s placid smile in response to Rhaedalyn’s comment about being pleased the child was his faltered slightly at the mentioning of Z’ia, however vague, and his expression hardened for a moment in the fury he still felt over the way Rhaedalyn had been treated, and no small amount of jealousy at how much she’d given of her time and dreams to the bluerider. Filthy beast. The bronzerider breathed out slowly through his nose and allowed himself to relax back into the contentment he felt about his little girl and the fact that it was he Rhaedalyn spent her time with instead of Z’ia. “Thank you. She is a joy, and I love her dearly.” As if to seal the statement, R’nya placed a light kiss on the little girl’s head.
“Oh?” R’nya smiled crookedly as Rhaedalyn quickly babbled about the day not being over, pale eyes bright with amusement, and watching without getting in the way as their little picnick was so quickly and effectively put away. Rhaedalyn had had quite the practice in putting together and then packing up their outdoor activities, so the bronzerider wasn’t really surprised, though he was impressed. “Is that so?” His smile quirked into a playful smirk at Rhaedalyn’s wording, wondering if the girl would pick up on what he decided was obviously an unintentional innuendo; as much as he would delight in it being otherwise!
Standing up carefully with his arms loaded full of Alyren, R’nya stepped off the blanket and allowed Rhaedalyn to quickly fold it up and pack it away, before calling Xyreith over. He stood back, allowing Rhaedalyn to scramble atop the big bronze before passing their daughter up to her. Once both of his ladies were secured, R’nya climbed up behind Rhaedalyn and attached himself to the dragon. When everyone was set, and R’nya was sure no one was going to topple off his dragon by mistake, he gave permission for Xyreith to lift off into the sky for the short flight back to the Weyr.
What do you suppose her surprise for you ‘back home’ could be?
Probably a new shirt, R’nya thought idly. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t appreciate a new shirt, it was simply that his imagination was having a lot more fun than he was likely to in reality!
“Oh?” R’nya smiled crookedly as Rhaedalyn quickly babbled about the day not being over, pale eyes bright with amusement, and watching without getting in the way as their little picnick was so quickly and effectively put away. Rhaedalyn had had quite the practice in putting together and then packing up their outdoor activities, so the bronzerider wasn’t really surprised, though he was impressed. “Is that so?” His smile quirked into a playful smirk at Rhaedalyn’s wording, wondering if the girl would pick up on what he decided was obviously an unintentional innuendo; as much as he would delight in it being otherwise!
Standing up carefully with his arms loaded full of Alyren, R’nya stepped off the blanket and allowed Rhaedalyn to quickly fold it up and pack it away, before calling Xyreith over. He stood back, allowing Rhaedalyn to scramble atop the big bronze before passing their daughter up to her. Once both of his ladies were secured, R’nya climbed up behind Rhaedalyn and attached himself to the dragon. When everyone was set, and R’nya was sure no one was going to topple off his dragon by mistake, he gave permission for Xyreith to lift off into the sky for the short flight back to the Weyr.
Probably a new shirt, R’nya thought idly. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t appreciate a new shirt, it was simply that his imagination was having a lot more fun than he was likely to in reality!