It's My Party and I'll... [R'nya & Invite]

If R’nya were anyone else, the desire to laugh would likely have outweighed the ability to remain silent. Luckily, for all involved, R’nya was still R’nya, and laughing was simply not something he allowed himself to indulge in all that much – particularly not in front of so many people. Clearly, there were benefits to flying green dragons that hadn’t been apparent until Xyreith decided it was time to start chasing golden tail again. No one looked twice when you slunk out of a room with a greenrider, but everyone and their firelizard seemed intent on poking their nose in and making sure they saw for themselves that Xyreith had won Aradissicath. On a more human level, all they were interested in was the fact that he had been tangled with Rhaedalyn earlier that day. R’nya resisted the urge to roll his eyes; people needed to get past their desire for petty gossip!

“Relax, my dear.” There was a hint of good-natured teasing lingering just under the surface of the bronzeriders words, undoubtedly missed by any that did not know him as well as some of the goldrider and candidates did. Undoubtedly, the man came across as bland and commanding to anyone else. “They’re celebrating another clutch,” or perhaps they were just celebrating a clutch that wasn’t Krypth’s – the gold flew regularly enough, but her ability to produce decent sized numbers was not so great. Well, R’nya rectified. They were fine for Katila’s lousy population; pride had him hoping Aradissicath would clutch large and well. The need for candidates had him worried she’d clutch at all – to whom would her babies Impress? Most weyrbrats were aging in, but a lot of the Stolen were beginning to get where they were withdrawing from candidacy.

This is not the time for such worries, Sir. The bronze dragon intruded with a banishing touch, sending R’nya’s thoughts scattering without apology as he leaned over to bite Aradissicath lightly, tugging on a head knob lightly so he could drag her head towards him, before letting it go and watching her with a wicked, smug expression. The bronze dragon practically radiated ‘so what are you going to do about it?’ R’nya rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Rhaedalyn.

Stepping beside the girl, R’nya lightly folded her arm through his own, and turned her back towards the milling people, his other hand resting lightly over the top of her own. He left her drinking hand alone, giving the glass an amused glance. “From what I understand, our charming creatures flew rather well.” He was not too surprised, given Aradissicath’s size and Xyreith’s history. The man was visibly proud of his dragon, but also just as happy with Aradissicath’s performance. “Hopefully there will be enough weyrbrats,” he was in the process of tossing Rhaedalyn a wink when R’nya accidentally tripped himself, jerking on the girl’s arm as he struggled to find his feet; Xyreith squealed in surprise from where he was with Aradissicath, though whether from the gold or R’nya’s thoughts was not immediately apparent to even R’nya.

“My apologises, my lady.” If R’nya’s face was slightly pasty and his breath a little hitched – well, he had almost face planted! Almost taken Rhaedalyn down with him in addition! A cold touch wound down R’nya’s spine and it took effort not twitch; instead, he rolled his shoulders. Relax, Sir. Xyreith’s voice was mild and whispery, the bronze ignoring Aradissicath for a moment as he focused on his rider, eyes a sickly colour of worry as he waited for his rider to pull himself together. But--! No. Worry tomorrow. Not tonight. The dragon waited, then relaxed with a ruffle of his wings as R’nya turned his attention with an amused eyebrow arch upon a fellow bronzerider that had just made a quip about Rhaedalyn making R’nya fall all over himself.