29.Apr.15, 03:57 AM
At first, there had been no routine. At first there had only been loneliness and the oppressive guilt of surviving when those he loved and cared about had not. There had been nights and days without sleep, and then what felt like weeks of nothing but sleep. There had been the desire to end it all, and there had been times of nothing but stubborn determination to march on. Through it all, though, there had always been the comforting company of his dragon. R’nya did not know how anyone could survive the loss of their dragon and he knew he would never have that kind of strength.
Xyreith turned to look at him from where he was sitting with Aradissicath, and R’nya sent the dragon reassurance before offering Rhaedalyn a warm look as he rolled her questions around the inside of his mouth and pushed the more depressing aspects of their time away from everyone away. “It was,” he agreed, a light smile touching the corners of his lips but not quite lifting them into a true smile. “It took a while to find our own spot. We were young then and older pairs claimed lands closer to the coast.” Giving Rhaedalyn’s hand a light squeeze, R'nya took slow steps and lead her around to the locations he had just finished pointing out to her.
“It took a while to settle into a routine,” finding a nice spot, R'nya settled on the ground and leaned back against a fallen tree, the sun shining on the back of his head as he patted the ground beside him with his unoccupied hand, inciting Rhaedalyn to join him. “Hunting had previously just been for when Xy was hungry. Suddenly it became a necessity for my own survival.” He gave a dry snort of amusement. “I am not much of a hunter, so Xy would bring down a beast and I would make of it what I could. Weyrlinghood didn't really prepare any of us, but we were equipped to survive, I suppose.”
R'nya picked a leaf up off the ground by him and picked at it one handed, conscious of Rhaedalyn’s fingers woven between his own. She had such delicate hands. Dropping the remains of the leaf he had tortured, R'nya gently lifted Rhaedalyn's hand up and traced her fingers lightly with his own, smiling at the neatly trimmed nails. Her hands were soft from oiling Aradissicath; he supposed his own were from maintaining Xyreith’s but he'd never really noticed. He lifted her hand and placed a light kiss on the top of her knuckles. He lowered her hand slowly, gaze lost in the empty space beyond them as he remembered himself, wondering with quiet embarrassment what had caused such an action.
“It was a good place to call home, while it was required.” He spoke softly, turning to meet Rhaedalyn's gaze.
Xyreith turned to look at him from where he was sitting with Aradissicath, and R’nya sent the dragon reassurance before offering Rhaedalyn a warm look as he rolled her questions around the inside of his mouth and pushed the more depressing aspects of their time away from everyone away. “It was,” he agreed, a light smile touching the corners of his lips but not quite lifting them into a true smile. “It took a while to find our own spot. We were young then and older pairs claimed lands closer to the coast.” Giving Rhaedalyn’s hand a light squeeze, R'nya took slow steps and lead her around to the locations he had just finished pointing out to her.
“It took a while to settle into a routine,” finding a nice spot, R'nya settled on the ground and leaned back against a fallen tree, the sun shining on the back of his head as he patted the ground beside him with his unoccupied hand, inciting Rhaedalyn to join him. “Hunting had previously just been for when Xy was hungry. Suddenly it became a necessity for my own survival.” He gave a dry snort of amusement. “I am not much of a hunter, so Xy would bring down a beast and I would make of it what I could. Weyrlinghood didn't really prepare any of us, but we were equipped to survive, I suppose.”
R'nya picked a leaf up off the ground by him and picked at it one handed, conscious of Rhaedalyn’s fingers woven between his own. She had such delicate hands. Dropping the remains of the leaf he had tortured, R'nya gently lifted Rhaedalyn's hand up and traced her fingers lightly with his own, smiling at the neatly trimmed nails. Her hands were soft from oiling Aradissicath; he supposed his own were from maintaining Xyreith’s but he'd never really noticed. He lifted her hand and placed a light kiss on the top of her knuckles. He lowered her hand slowly, gaze lost in the empty space beyond them as he remembered himself, wondering with quiet embarrassment what had caused such an action.
“It was a good place to call home, while it was required.” He spoke softly, turning to meet Rhaedalyn's gaze.