04.Dec.16, 02:04 AM
Rhaedalyn was still lightly giggling at how indignant R’nya sounded in his protests that he had been very clear on why he wanted her as his Weyrwoman as he most certainly was not. It sounded like he was hoping for a long business relationship with her with the way he had worded it and she was sticking with that. It’d be a fun story to tell the girls when they were older though.
Mates? Oh! She had started to drift into her fantasy world when R’nya spoke again and drew her back in. Rhaedalyn hadn’t even thought about how they would address each other now. Her simple question had spawned something so much bigger than she imagined but she wasn’t complaining and found she was rather excited for it all. In its own way, she was a part of one of her fairy tales come to life with her dashing knight that was always there for her but she only saw him as a friend until fate intervened and righted all wrongs in the world.
When she was with Z’ia, she had taken their relationship seriously and thought she loved him with all of her heart but she had never believed they were mated. She may have thought it in her head but it was never said aloud as the bluerider didn’t seem too fond of labels and she never wanted to annoy him. But R’nya brought it up easily. It did make sense for such a term to be applied to them. They had known each other for eight years, becoming good friends in that time. He watched out for her, they had a child together, he accepted the girl she took in to foster and raise as her own, and their dragons were already mated. It seemed right to be called R’nya’s mate and to say he was hers. A small voice in the back of her head warned about getting hurt again and how much more it would destroy her world to have the one man she had always been able to count on betray or leave her but she chose to ignore it this time. Life needed a few risks and she didn’t think spending more time with R’nya in any form qualified as a risk.
Rhaedalyn glanced down at their hands and wriggled her fingers a little just to prove they were her own and it wasn’t some weird dream about to turn into a nightmare. Finally, she smiled and glanced back up, “if you want to call me your mate… I wouldn’t mind at all.”
Mates? Oh! She had started to drift into her fantasy world when R’nya spoke again and drew her back in. Rhaedalyn hadn’t even thought about how they would address each other now. Her simple question had spawned something so much bigger than she imagined but she wasn’t complaining and found she was rather excited for it all. In its own way, she was a part of one of her fairy tales come to life with her dashing knight that was always there for her but she only saw him as a friend until fate intervened and righted all wrongs in the world.
When she was with Z’ia, she had taken their relationship seriously and thought she loved him with all of her heart but she had never believed they were mated. She may have thought it in her head but it was never said aloud as the bluerider didn’t seem too fond of labels and she never wanted to annoy him. But R’nya brought it up easily. It did make sense for such a term to be applied to them. They had known each other for eight years, becoming good friends in that time. He watched out for her, they had a child together, he accepted the girl she took in to foster and raise as her own, and their dragons were already mated. It seemed right to be called R’nya’s mate and to say he was hers. A small voice in the back of her head warned about getting hurt again and how much more it would destroy her world to have the one man she had always been able to count on betray or leave her but she chose to ignore it this time. Life needed a few risks and she didn’t think spending more time with R’nya in any form qualified as a risk.
Rhaedalyn glanced down at their hands and wriggled her fingers a little just to prove they were her own and it wasn’t some weird dream about to turn into a nightmare. Finally, she smiled and glanced back up, “if you want to call me your mate… I wouldn’t mind at all.”