17.Mar.18, 11:24 PM
R’nya scowled at D’hys’ comment. “Quinvalis isn’t that easily intimidated,” he said flatly, knowing the child would have been startled, but probably would have let himself in anyway and tried to see if he could fix the situation. He was a lot like his mother, though R’nya was not sure how he would react to D’hys, since he was not sure how much interaction they had had, if any, and he knew the bluerider could come across as quite intimidating to those that didn’t know him. Probably the boy would have blamed the bluerider and stood stoutly by R’nya until D’hys left. The thought made his lips twitch, before R’nya shook his head and his scowl returned.
“No.” R’nya growled, irritated once more. “The person in question is a troublemaker and I will make their life miserable as soon as I think of something suitable.” To be fair, R’nya rather enjoyed the weird relationship he had with K’tir, though the way it had sprung up caused him no small amount of discomfort. If he had not been in such a terrible mood, he probably would have responded with something appropriately mocking. As it was, he was not in a good mood, he was not going to reply, and he was going to do something to make K’tir temporarily miserable. Itching powder in his riding leathers or something equally childish but satisfying.
Maybe he would rally some weyrbrats to boil Numbweed in his weyr and really stink it out while he sent the brownrider on some silly mission that would keep him away for most the day… R’nya’s expression brightened, plan in place, his lips curving into a wicked smirk as his mood lifted rapidly at the idea. That would work, the brats would have fun, R’nya wouldn’t blamed because he knew several channels he could go through to get it done, and K’tir would be miserable without causing any actual harm. It was perfect!
“Was there anything else?” R’nya asked, schooling his features and eyeing D’hys expectantly. “If not, I have two little girls to tuck in for the night, and a pregnant mate to spoil.” Some people would probably consider such things chores, but R’nya clearly looked forward to all related tasks; screw working late tonight, he’d had more than enough! “Her cooking has expanded greatly since you took to helping her,” R’nya added thoughtfully, raising an eyebrow at D’hys and smiling wryly. “Thank you.” He loved Rhaedalyn more than he could express, but her cooking had left a lot to be desired, even if her desserts were usually fantastic. One really couldn’t live on sweets!
“No.” R’nya growled, irritated once more. “The person in question is a troublemaker and I will make their life miserable as soon as I think of something suitable.” To be fair, R’nya rather enjoyed the weird relationship he had with K’tir, though the way it had sprung up caused him no small amount of discomfort. If he had not been in such a terrible mood, he probably would have responded with something appropriately mocking. As it was, he was not in a good mood, he was not going to reply, and he was going to do something to make K’tir temporarily miserable. Itching powder in his riding leathers or something equally childish but satisfying.
Maybe he would rally some weyrbrats to boil Numbweed in his weyr and really stink it out while he sent the brownrider on some silly mission that would keep him away for most the day… R’nya’s expression brightened, plan in place, his lips curving into a wicked smirk as his mood lifted rapidly at the idea. That would work, the brats would have fun, R’nya wouldn’t blamed because he knew several channels he could go through to get it done, and K’tir would be miserable without causing any actual harm. It was perfect!
“Was there anything else?” R’nya asked, schooling his features and eyeing D’hys expectantly. “If not, I have two little girls to tuck in for the night, and a pregnant mate to spoil.” Some people would probably consider such things chores, but R’nya clearly looked forward to all related tasks; screw working late tonight, he’d had more than enough! “Her cooking has expanded greatly since you took to helping her,” R’nya added thoughtfully, raising an eyebrow at D’hys and smiling wryly. “Thank you.” He loved Rhaedalyn more than he could express, but her cooking had left a lot to be desired, even if her desserts were usually fantastic. One really couldn’t live on sweets!