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21.Oct.13, 01:20 AM
Rhaedalyn was ready, for the most part. She had spent the day taking advantage of everyone letting her be lazy and prepare for the evening. A bath was given to both Aradissicath and herself, taking their time at each location. More time was dedicated to napping as well since the morning’s events had left her drained yet oddly relaxed.
Too much time had been spent on her dress as well. Recently she had gone through her wardrobe, updating everything with new stitching techniques or adding new ribbons or turning winter clothes into summer or vice versa. While it was cliché given the association of the colour to virginity, she had finally decided to go for her simple knee-length white gown that had been spruced up with a light blue sash of ribbon around her waist. She had made sure it wasn’t too closely resembling Harper Blue since she knew how protective of that colour those men could be. Dainty little slippers in the same shade of blue had been borrowed from a friend to complete the look.
The only issue was her mess of curls. Rhaedalyn frowned again at her reflection in the small mirror she had been given on her last birthday and tugged at a strand. Indivara was right; she really did have too much hair! The obvious solution was to pull it back or up in a bun but in the end Rhaedalyn opted to braid the front strands and clip them back, letting most of her hair fall down her back. A little smile was given to her reflection and for a brief moment, Rhaedalyn felt pretty and not at all awkward.
Hurry up! Aradissicath was not the most patient of dragons but she was even more unbearable when there was something particularly important waiting for her. They had a party to attend! A party for them! No, for her. It was to celebrate her magnificent flying earlier that day in her maiden flight which meant there would soon be another clutch on the Sands. Naturally her clutch would be amazing as well. Krypth’s were small and unremarkable – it didn’t matter to Aradissicath that Krypth had clutched her – although Okalinath’s clutches were lovely, she was sure.
A little giggle was given in response to the dragon and Rhaedalyn skipped outside. “I’m ready. Let’s go, Dissi.” It wasn’t ladylike to ride a dragon in a dress but they weren’t going far and Aradissicath promised to take it slowly and land just far enough away from the gatherers that Rhaedalyn could fix her appearance when her feet touched the ground again. It worked as well, though as soon as the dress was smoothed and hands quickly checked on the braids, the nerves flared up.
“They’re all here because of us.” Rhaedalyn spoke softly and barely resisted nibbling on a fingernail, going for her lip instead. Of course they are! That’s the whole point. Oh, how she wished she had her dragon’s confidence and carefree attitude! “Yes, but…” how did she explain it to her dragon? They had such a different view on most things and held morals in a different light.
“They’re celebrating you flying, Dissi. That means… they’re also celebrating me having sex.” Again she barely spoke above a whisper, forgetting the entire conversation could have been held internally thanks to the nerves. It was so weird to have people celebrate such a thing though if it were a wedding night, the same thing would have been happening. That was still a bit embarrassing but at least the couple were united together. She hadn’t known who she was sleeping with until her mind was cleared entirely. The fact that it was R’nya was something she had been debating and ignoring in turns all day. It was a good thing but was it also a bad one?
Punch. She needed punch. With determination, Rhaedalyn bee-lined for the beverage table, smiling shyly at every congratulations and knowing grin that was given her way. She wasn’t much for drinking but right then, alcohol was exactly what she needed and she allowed a bluerider to pour her a glass that she quickly took to sipping at.
Stop being so glum and cheer up! Enjoy the night. We’re the stars and deserve to shine bright. Tomorrow is when we’ll reflect on everything. Aradissicath preened as some people came by to congratulate her as well all the while looking for Xyreith. The grumpy bronze had the potential to hate the night’s gathering and she couldn’t wait to see how he, and R’nya, handled it.
Too much time had been spent on her dress as well. Recently she had gone through her wardrobe, updating everything with new stitching techniques or adding new ribbons or turning winter clothes into summer or vice versa. While it was cliché given the association of the colour to virginity, she had finally decided to go for her simple knee-length white gown that had been spruced up with a light blue sash of ribbon around her waist. She had made sure it wasn’t too closely resembling Harper Blue since she knew how protective of that colour those men could be. Dainty little slippers in the same shade of blue had been borrowed from a friend to complete the look.
The only issue was her mess of curls. Rhaedalyn frowned again at her reflection in the small mirror she had been given on her last birthday and tugged at a strand. Indivara was right; she really did have too much hair! The obvious solution was to pull it back or up in a bun but in the end Rhaedalyn opted to braid the front strands and clip them back, letting most of her hair fall down her back. A little smile was given to her reflection and for a brief moment, Rhaedalyn felt pretty and not at all awkward.
Hurry up! Aradissicath was not the most patient of dragons but she was even more unbearable when there was something particularly important waiting for her. They had a party to attend! A party for them! No, for her. It was to celebrate her magnificent flying earlier that day in her maiden flight which meant there would soon be another clutch on the Sands. Naturally her clutch would be amazing as well. Krypth’s were small and unremarkable – it didn’t matter to Aradissicath that Krypth had clutched her – although Okalinath’s clutches were lovely, she was sure.
A little giggle was given in response to the dragon and Rhaedalyn skipped outside. “I’m ready. Let’s go, Dissi.” It wasn’t ladylike to ride a dragon in a dress but they weren’t going far and Aradissicath promised to take it slowly and land just far enough away from the gatherers that Rhaedalyn could fix her appearance when her feet touched the ground again. It worked as well, though as soon as the dress was smoothed and hands quickly checked on the braids, the nerves flared up.
“They’re all here because of us.” Rhaedalyn spoke softly and barely resisted nibbling on a fingernail, going for her lip instead. Of course they are! That’s the whole point. Oh, how she wished she had her dragon’s confidence and carefree attitude! “Yes, but…” how did she explain it to her dragon? They had such a different view on most things and held morals in a different light.
“They’re celebrating you flying, Dissi. That means… they’re also celebrating me having sex.” Again she barely spoke above a whisper, forgetting the entire conversation could have been held internally thanks to the nerves. It was so weird to have people celebrate such a thing though if it were a wedding night, the same thing would have been happening. That was still a bit embarrassing but at least the couple were united together. She hadn’t known who she was sleeping with until her mind was cleared entirely. The fact that it was R’nya was something she had been debating and ignoring in turns all day. It was a good thing but was it also a bad one?
Punch. She needed punch. With determination, Rhaedalyn bee-lined for the beverage table, smiling shyly at every congratulations and knowing grin that was given her way. She wasn’t much for drinking but right then, alcohol was exactly what she needed and she allowed a bluerider to pour her a glass that she quickly took to sipping at.
Stop being so glum and cheer up! Enjoy the night. We’re the stars and deserve to shine bright. Tomorrow is when we’ll reflect on everything. Aradissicath preened as some people came by to congratulate her as well all the while looking for Xyreith. The grumpy bronze had the potential to hate the night’s gathering and she couldn’t wait to see how he, and R’nya, handled it.
