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23.Mar.18, 05:30 AM
R’nya snorted, but didn’t actually comment on D’hys’ invitation for a cooking lesson. R’nya could cook well enough; maybe not anything fancy or outstanding, but he had certainly managed to feed himself sufficiently during exile and whenever he couldn’t be bothered going down to the Dining Hall at Katila. That said, he could cook to feed his children, when Rhaedalyn wasn’t around and he didn’t want to cart them down to the Dining Hall. Xyreith wasn’t exactly talkative so getting him to order dinner was impossible, and Rhaedalyn’s firelizards most often tailed her. Cooking especially for Rhaedalyn wasn’t something R’nya had ever considered, and he probably wouldn’t ever do so. Not because he didn’t think Rhaedalyn would appreciate it, but because it wasn’t his style.
“Very well,” R’nya accepted D’hys’ offer, but did not add anything to it or make anything of it. He simply waved the bluerider out and turned his attention to tidying up his office, setting things back in their rightful place and yawning tiredly as he did so. He eyed the bin as he walked around his desk, considering it. It was mostly paper, so he upended it on the coals of the fireplace, watching it splutter and smoulder before bursting into flames and spluttering back into coals. R’nya tossed his leftover water from his jug on top of it, poked it, and then left the office, closing the door behind him.
That was different, Xyreith was amused, and R’nya smirked to himself as he wandered down the hallway.
D’hys was far too curious about that letter. The bronzerider was having a lot of fun, half wonder (and hoping, honestly) D’hys would track back and poke through the office to dig up said letter. Which R’nya had just burned to a crisp. Xyreith laughed as R’nya let himself happily into his home and swept his baby girls up into arms, kissing them and greeting Rhaedalyn cheerfully. Fancy the bluerider lifting his mood so nicely!
“Very well,” R’nya accepted D’hys’ offer, but did not add anything to it or make anything of it. He simply waved the bluerider out and turned his attention to tidying up his office, setting things back in their rightful place and yawning tiredly as he did so. He eyed the bin as he walked around his desk, considering it. It was mostly paper, so he upended it on the coals of the fireplace, watching it splutter and smoulder before bursting into flames and spluttering back into coals. R’nya tossed his leftover water from his jug on top of it, poked it, and then left the office, closing the door behind him.
D’hys was far too curious about that letter. The bronzerider was having a lot of fun, half wonder (and hoping, honestly) D’hys would track back and poke through the office to dig up said letter. Which R’nya had just burned to a crisp. Xyreith laughed as R’nya let himself happily into his home and swept his baby girls up into arms, kissing them and greeting Rhaedalyn cheerfully. Fancy the bluerider lifting his mood so nicely!
