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11.Jul.13, 04:03 AM
Oh, Rhaedalyn was certain she was never noticed back then or now. She had been quiet then and only at Telgar Hold to improve her tailoring skills in the hopes that someone would want her after that. Now, she was still a bit quiet and R’nya didn’t have to scare off nearly as many men flirting with her as he had to with the other girls. She was easy to overlook and for the most part Rhaedalyn didn’t mind that since it gave her a chance to learn more about a person before trusting them. Still, it would have been nice to have someone notice her and take an interest in her. Z’ia seemed to be warming up to her since their official first meeting though and that made the gold weyrling undeniably thrilled.
Naturally none of that was said to R’nya since the night was about making him feel better, not getting him to coddle her and tell her she was being silly for thinking such thoughts. R’nya always helped them and now, in her eyes, the bronzerider needed the shoulder to lean on.
When he answered her question so easily, Rhaedalyn was relieved but when R’nya offered details without prompts, she was beside herself with happiness. At the confession of his age for when he Impressed, Rhaedalyn was momentarily shocked that it had come so late during a time of the traditions having Candidates entering at age twelve. Hearing that he had purposely selected which clutches were worth his time made her giggle. That was so R’nya! He knew what he wanted and went about acquiring it in the best way possible. She was almost willing to bet he had the power to convince a dragonet of the wrong colour that he – or she – should keep on moving and that they weren’t going to be bonded.
The giggles continued at learning about the impression and Xyreith’s opinion on his placement. “Oh, I bet he was!” She vaguely recalled I’shan pointing out Ilveriath had hatched first but it wasn’t brought up or really even focused on in her mind since the bronzerider was top priority that night; not comparing versions of stories. “He knew a good man when he sensed him and wanted to get out there before another could grab you.” Xyreith came across as grumpy but he was definitely still smart!
There were other questions that stemmed from the story but they were cut off as R’nya started talking about lectures in class. She wrinkled her nose at him but listened all the same and nodded in understanding. The subject had been touched upon but R’nya made it make more sense and he did it in thirty seconds instead of thirty minutes! It was a shame he wasn’t a Wingleader anymore; he was probably amazing at getting the riders to listen and work together.
The thought of all the beautiful blues and greens perishing made Rhaedalyn frown and be thankful Thread wasn’t around anymore. She didn’t think she could bare to see any dragon hurt or watch a rider go through the pain of losing their dragon, even if it was their arrogance that caused the departure. R’nya’s mood seemed to be lifting, however, so Rhaedalyn shook off the gloominess and bit her lip as she thought about other questions.
“Hmm… maybe one or two. Did you Touch Xyreith’s egg? What’s Fort Weyr like? I’ve never seen a proper Weyr before.” She shifted as she spoke, until she was sitting sideways on the couch and facing R’nya properly. Her scooting about brought her a bit closer and her eagerness to know more about her friend was nearly sparkling in hazel eyes. “Will you finally tell me what colour to use so I can make you a nice summer shirt for gatherings? Have you always been a protector of girls? I’ve heard some people call you a pimp because all of us are always around you.” Again, Rhaedalyn giggled as she thought the idea silly and took no offence over what it implied of her or her other friends that were a part of the so-called Golden Girls – the name the girls under R’nya’s watchful gaze had earned.
Naturally none of that was said to R’nya since the night was about making him feel better, not getting him to coddle her and tell her she was being silly for thinking such thoughts. R’nya always helped them and now, in her eyes, the bronzerider needed the shoulder to lean on.
When he answered her question so easily, Rhaedalyn was relieved but when R’nya offered details without prompts, she was beside herself with happiness. At the confession of his age for when he Impressed, Rhaedalyn was momentarily shocked that it had come so late during a time of the traditions having Candidates entering at age twelve. Hearing that he had purposely selected which clutches were worth his time made her giggle. That was so R’nya! He knew what he wanted and went about acquiring it in the best way possible. She was almost willing to bet he had the power to convince a dragonet of the wrong colour that he – or she – should keep on moving and that they weren’t going to be bonded.
The giggles continued at learning about the impression and Xyreith’s opinion on his placement. “Oh, I bet he was!” She vaguely recalled I’shan pointing out Ilveriath had hatched first but it wasn’t brought up or really even focused on in her mind since the bronzerider was top priority that night; not comparing versions of stories. “He knew a good man when he sensed him and wanted to get out there before another could grab you.” Xyreith came across as grumpy but he was definitely still smart!
There were other questions that stemmed from the story but they were cut off as R’nya started talking about lectures in class. She wrinkled her nose at him but listened all the same and nodded in understanding. The subject had been touched upon but R’nya made it make more sense and he did it in thirty seconds instead of thirty minutes! It was a shame he wasn’t a Wingleader anymore; he was probably amazing at getting the riders to listen and work together.
The thought of all the beautiful blues and greens perishing made Rhaedalyn frown and be thankful Thread wasn’t around anymore. She didn’t think she could bare to see any dragon hurt or watch a rider go through the pain of losing their dragon, even if it was their arrogance that caused the departure. R’nya’s mood seemed to be lifting, however, so Rhaedalyn shook off the gloominess and bit her lip as she thought about other questions.
“Hmm… maybe one or two. Did you Touch Xyreith’s egg? What’s Fort Weyr like? I’ve never seen a proper Weyr before.” She shifted as she spoke, until she was sitting sideways on the couch and facing R’nya properly. Her scooting about brought her a bit closer and her eagerness to know more about her friend was nearly sparkling in hazel eyes. “Will you finally tell me what colour to use so I can make you a nice summer shirt for gatherings? Have you always been a protector of girls? I’ve heard some people call you a pimp because all of us are always around you.” Again, Rhaedalyn giggled as she thought the idea silly and took no offence over what it implied of her or her other friends that were a part of the so-called Golden Girls – the name the girls under R’nya’s watchful gaze had earned.
