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15.Mar.15, 11:56 PM
Rhaedalyn laughed as she followed the bronzerider and paid close attention to all of the details he gave. It was wonderful to see R’nya so happy and excited that even if she hadn’t been interested in everything he pointed out, she would have faked it to the best of her abilities. R’nya definitely seemed happier, like a different man sometimes, since the North was open to them once more but this was different. He seemed almost childlike in his enthusiasm to share a part of his past and Rhaedalyn was just as willing to accept it and nearly bounced on the balls of her feet as she glanced from one spot to another.
When Xyreith’s head appeared above theirs, Rhaedalyn glanced up and giggled at the large bronze that quickly lost interest. She briefly wondered what he had thought about the place at the time they lived in it and soon after leaving it but that was easy enough to ask R’nya about since Xyreith still wasn’t very chatty when it came to her. “What was it like living here? It must have been quite the shock and adjustment after Fort Weyr. What was your daily routine like?”
Aradissicath chuckled at Rhaedalyn’s natural curiosity taking over but didn’t worry about it coming off as annoying. R’nya had dealt with her long enough to know her habits and quirks, and, the gold suspected, he liked them. When Xyreith returned to her as she sniffed at a bush off to one of the sides of the camp, she sat down primly and glanced around. It’s rather quaint. I suppose it worked in a pinch, though. How did you ever survive with only your rider to pick on?
When Xyreith’s head appeared above theirs, Rhaedalyn glanced up and giggled at the large bronze that quickly lost interest. She briefly wondered what he had thought about the place at the time they lived in it and soon after leaving it but that was easy enough to ask R’nya about since Xyreith still wasn’t very chatty when it came to her. “What was it like living here? It must have been quite the shock and adjustment after Fort Weyr. What was your daily routine like?”
Aradissicath chuckled at Rhaedalyn’s natural curiosity taking over but didn’t worry about it coming off as annoying. R’nya had dealt with her long enough to know her habits and quirks, and, the gold suspected, he liked them. When Xyreith returned to her as she sniffed at a bush off to one of the sides of the camp, she sat down primly and glanced around. It’s rather quaint. I suppose it worked in a pinch, though. How did you ever survive with only your rider to pick on?
