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27.Nov.12, 06:10 AM
Rhaedalyn sighed as she watched Z’ia from across the Dining Hall. How could a man be so perfect! He had adorable curly dark hair, eyes that danced with life, a smile that charmed, and an energy to him that seemed infectious and could draw you into anything he planned. Well, she supposed as Z’ia and his friend D’hys – talk about a disgusting amount of too much muscle! – both stood up to leave, Z’ia did have one flaw to keep him from being the perfect sparkling gem he was so close to being. He was short. Rhaedalyn always envisioned her prince would be taller than her, perhaps a good foot taller, making them the perfect height difference for maximum cuteness and protection. As she watched the two blueriders joke and laugh as they readied themselves to leave, she noticed they had that height difference.
She sighed again, this time with a hint of sadness instead of dreamy longing.
When the men walked by her, however, she straightened up a bit more and tried to look up at Z’ia as he passed but her shyness took over and she couldn’t do more than fidget with her hands in her lap. He was never going to notice her! Her life would simply end if he didn’t ask her to dance at the next gathering. But how was she going to manage that feat when he had D’hys, A’liran, and a few others always around him, taking up his time and seeming to be extremely interesting to her perfect dragonrider?
Perhaps a gift of a handcrafted shirt! Hazel eyes lit up at the idea and Rhaedalyn wondered why she hadn’t thought of that sooner. Z’ia didn’t seem to regard clothing as the most important thing in his life but surely a shirt made with purity and adoration would be something he’d cherish and even wear to the gathering he would surely ask her to, right?
What would the next gathering be, anyway? Likely Turnover or maybe she’d wait until the hatching celebration. She could be a dragonrider then herself! The two clutches she stood for had both seen a beautiful gold break shell and while they hadn’t selected her, Rhaedalyn couldn’t keep from imagining what it would be like to have the sweet little girl approach her and bond. She couldn’t picture herself on any other colour though she did adore all the dragons in general. But gold, now that was a good colour and it would bring out the gold highlights in her otherwise drab eyes of hazel. Not that she would use the sweet dear as an accessory! Oh no, but it was a nice perk.
Goldriders always landed strong bronzeriders as well and while there were some – like R’nya, now that was an extremely fine example of man – that she wouldn’t mind falling in love with and having a nice life together, Rhaedalyn felt she could break the rules and let a bluerider be her mate.
Oh dear and there she went thinking about Z’ia again! She chided herself for acting like a giddy young teenager. Her life didn’t revolve around daydreaming about men, she was a doer! Or so she tried to convince herself as she brought her dishes back to the counter for the kitchen folk to deal with. She was smart, creative, and quite talented in her craft. She was also happy, as odd as it was given the circumstances that brought her to Katila but she had adapted and accepted the reasoning for taking her. She was needed for her skills and her eligibility to Impress. Just because the latter hadn’t happened yet didn’t mean it wouldn’t. She was still young and she knew many had Impressed a few turns older than her since the times had changed and called for tradition to be broken with younger Candidates Standing.
She would Impress, she would fall madly in love and share the perfect romantic life with a man, and she would continue to dress the weyr in her creations. Rhaedalyn liked those goals and barely contained girlishly skipping out of the Hall.
She sighed again, this time with a hint of sadness instead of dreamy longing.
When the men walked by her, however, she straightened up a bit more and tried to look up at Z’ia as he passed but her shyness took over and she couldn’t do more than fidget with her hands in her lap. He was never going to notice her! Her life would simply end if he didn’t ask her to dance at the next gathering. But how was she going to manage that feat when he had D’hys, A’liran, and a few others always around him, taking up his time and seeming to be extremely interesting to her perfect dragonrider?
Perhaps a gift of a handcrafted shirt! Hazel eyes lit up at the idea and Rhaedalyn wondered why she hadn’t thought of that sooner. Z’ia didn’t seem to regard clothing as the most important thing in his life but surely a shirt made with purity and adoration would be something he’d cherish and even wear to the gathering he would surely ask her to, right?
What would the next gathering be, anyway? Likely Turnover or maybe she’d wait until the hatching celebration. She could be a dragonrider then herself! The two clutches she stood for had both seen a beautiful gold break shell and while they hadn’t selected her, Rhaedalyn couldn’t keep from imagining what it would be like to have the sweet little girl approach her and bond. She couldn’t picture herself on any other colour though she did adore all the dragons in general. But gold, now that was a good colour and it would bring out the gold highlights in her otherwise drab eyes of hazel. Not that she would use the sweet dear as an accessory! Oh no, but it was a nice perk.
Goldriders always landed strong bronzeriders as well and while there were some – like R’nya, now that was an extremely fine example of man – that she wouldn’t mind falling in love with and having a nice life together, Rhaedalyn felt she could break the rules and let a bluerider be her mate.
Oh dear and there she went thinking about Z’ia again! She chided herself for acting like a giddy young teenager. Her life didn’t revolve around daydreaming about men, she was a doer! Or so she tried to convince herself as she brought her dishes back to the counter for the kitchen folk to deal with. She was smart, creative, and quite talented in her craft. She was also happy, as odd as it was given the circumstances that brought her to Katila but she had adapted and accepted the reasoning for taking her. She was needed for her skills and her eligibility to Impress. Just because the latter hadn’t happened yet didn’t mean it wouldn’t. She was still young and she knew many had Impressed a few turns older than her since the times had changed and called for tradition to be broken with younger Candidates Standing.
She would Impress, she would fall madly in love and share the perfect romantic life with a man, and she would continue to dress the weyr in her creations. Rhaedalyn liked those goals and barely contained girlishly skipping out of the Hall.
