10.Feb.13, 11:48 AM
“Sir,” R’nya looked up from where he was seated on the sand, his boots finding a neat place next to him, socks being shoved inside while he rolled up the legs of his pants. R’nya was generally far too dignified to strip down to his underwear in mixed company, and he certainly wasn’t about to in S’kef’s company. His pants would come out as wet but clean as his dragon, but the bronzerider could cope with that. His shirt, on the other hand, was removed methodically and folded up, the young man placing it beside his boots.
Rising, R’nya picked up one of the scrubbing brushes, and made his way with measured steps down the beach, gaze flickering over where Xyreith was swimming happily in the water, totally ignoring the company, and back to S’kef. Leaving his dragon to play, and ignoring the bronze’s indignant response that he wasn’t ‘playing’, R’nya moved down the beach more toward where S’kef and his dragon were, watching mildly as the brownrider worked at his bonded’s hide. He considered the pair for a moment, before speaking, his voice mild and while not loud, easy enough to hear over the sounds of Xyreith splashing around and whatever noises the pair was making at the time.
“How goes the investigation?” R’nya’s voice was unintentionally clipped, an unplanned indication that he was truly sick of hearing the gossiping bullshit most of the Weyr was whispering about behind their hands. The bronzerider was far more interested in the facts and while he likely could have been right in S’kef’s little circle if he’d retained his Wingleader rank, R’nya was unashamedly much happier without it. Most of his days were now spent in the company of the young goldriders and the future hopefuls. While that tended to come with the young man reminding them that gossip was unreliable, it also came with giving randy young men his trademark expressionless stare until they left the young women alone.
Xyreith’s commentary also kept him much amused, though he had no intention of telling the young women it wasn’t their playful banter that was funny, but rather his dragon’s acidic comments. Xyreith was many things, but being patient or compliant was not on the list; R’nya was fairly sure the beast only put up with his new group to spend time cozing up to the young golds themselves –A little favour never hurts – but R’nya had no intention of letting the beast Fly any of them. Sir, the dragon’s tone was a mockery of obedience, and R’nya sighed under his breath.
Rising, R’nya picked up one of the scrubbing brushes, and made his way with measured steps down the beach, gaze flickering over where Xyreith was swimming happily in the water, totally ignoring the company, and back to S’kef. Leaving his dragon to play, and ignoring the bronze’s indignant response that he wasn’t ‘playing’, R’nya moved down the beach more toward where S’kef and his dragon were, watching mildly as the brownrider worked at his bonded’s hide. He considered the pair for a moment, before speaking, his voice mild and while not loud, easy enough to hear over the sounds of Xyreith splashing around and whatever noises the pair was making at the time.
“How goes the investigation?” R’nya’s voice was unintentionally clipped, an unplanned indication that he was truly sick of hearing the gossiping bullshit most of the Weyr was whispering about behind their hands. The bronzerider was far more interested in the facts and while he likely could have been right in S’kef’s little circle if he’d retained his Wingleader rank, R’nya was unashamedly much happier without it. Most of his days were now spent in the company of the young goldriders and the future hopefuls. While that tended to come with the young man reminding them that gossip was unreliable, it also came with giving randy young men his trademark expressionless stare until they left the young women alone.
Xyreith’s commentary also kept him much amused, though he had no intention of telling the young women it wasn’t their playful banter that was funny, but rather his dragon’s acidic comments. Xyreith was many things, but being patient or compliant was not on the list; R’nya was fairly sure the beast only put up with his new group to spend time cozing up to the young golds themselves –