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13.Jul.13, 05:55 AM
“Ren!” Rhaedalyn squealed the bronzerider’s name and slapped his arm playfully as she bounced a bit closer as he answered her questions as basic as possible and not at all helpfully! She loved the sound of his laughter though! R’nya really needed to do it more often and Rhaedalyn made a mental note to try to get him to do it again both that night and in the future. It wasn’t that he was always too serious since she had caught the mischievous sparkle in his eyes when he teased them and the eyebrow actually said quite a bit about him! But he held such a stoic expression so easily that it was almost sad and Rhaedalyn wanted him to truly be relaxed and comfortable around those he spent so much time with. Laughing never hurt anyone!
In his silence, Rhaedalyn thought over her questions and debated which order she’d ask for details on. She was curious about what Xyreith made him feel during the Touching since Aradissicath made it seem like she wanted nothing to do with her and then bonded with her not long after. Hearing more about everyone’s home Weyrs was hard since so many of the dragonriders liked to pretend that time didn’t happen but Rhaedalyn dearly wanted to know more about the life her friends had in such places since she had grown up in holds of varying sizes. Most importantly, she really wanted to know the colour to use for his new shirt!
None of those follow-ups were asked as R’nya started talking once more, explaining the question that Rhaedalyn hadn’t thought needed any further explanation beyond a positive answer. She was convinced the bronzerider had always looked out for women and maybe even children that needed a little extra guidance but the illusion quickly shattered and Rhaedalyn fell silent, her face falling into an expression of neutrality. It was true she didn’t know much about some of her friends but the confession revealed to her was something Rhaedalyn never would have thought R’nya capable of.
She wasn’t surprised by the pair chasing before a turn had passed from hatching nor did it surprise her that it had been a gold that was caught. Xyreith was a powerful bronze and as R’nya already pointed out, he wouldn’t settle for second either. He may have Impressed second but he’d prove he was worthier than most of a gold. It was the confession that he laughed at the girl and made bets about her that Rhaedalyn hadn’t expected and she didn’t know what to say to that. It was so opposite to what she knew and believed about the bronzerider that it seemed like one of his subtle jokes where it was hard to tell if he was actually serious or not. He wouldn’t make light of such things, though, of that she was sure.
“Etralla… what a pretty name,” Rhaedalyn whispered lamely and stared at her hands. She imagined a very pretty girl had been attached to that name. At least now she knew who R’nya kept seeing that night instead of a greenrider and managing to carry on a normal conversation or eat. R’nya had said he courted the woman so they had likely been mated and possibly even married in order to keep her happy which explained why the man never seemed interested in anyone and hated ending up in flights. R’nya was like Kahleena in that regard. Her friend still saw herself as married to her husband that even Rhaedalyn knew would have moved on from within a turn. Kahleena couldn’t imagine herself with another man and had dreaded Okalinath’s first flight. All Rhaedalyn had to go on in that area of life was pity sex from R’nd – though it had been rather enjoyable. No one had courted her or asked her to be a wife or mate.
Sensing her distress, Muffin appeared in the room, chiding the other two firelizards that had crept in closer to the humans for not protecting their Rhaedalyn better. She was unhappy! Even Muffin in all of his games and teasing her knew she shouldn’t be in such a mood and landed in the girl’s lap to be cuddled, a cue Rhaedalyn easily picked up on.
Without moving an inch from how she curled up, Aradissicath watched the bronze dragon circle the hut and finally voiced her opinion on the entire thing. Pacing won’t make anyone any happier. Sit down before you make me dizzy. You were also blocking the breeze from that side and I’d appreciate the shelter again, please. Aradissicath was starting to get irritated by all of the emotion spikes happening every which way. It was one thing for her sweet and gentle bonded to have such mood swings and think such silly thoughts but it was another to have the bronze dragon act like a caged feline! They are both adults and will sort through their emotions and memories on their own. Now kindly sit down, Xyreith.
Rhaedalyn wasn’t sure she wanted to ask more questions, afraid of what else she might learn. She wasn’t going to chide him for his behaviour from the past since it helped shape the man she had befriended and turned to for help but she also wasn’t sure if learning about the relationship that haunted R’nya would actually help the man. With her streak of luck, it’d only make things worse. So she went with one of the original follow-up questions instead. “What did you feel when you Touched Xyreith’s egg? Did you know that he was for you?”
In his silence, Rhaedalyn thought over her questions and debated which order she’d ask for details on. She was curious about what Xyreith made him feel during the Touching since Aradissicath made it seem like she wanted nothing to do with her and then bonded with her not long after. Hearing more about everyone’s home Weyrs was hard since so many of the dragonriders liked to pretend that time didn’t happen but Rhaedalyn dearly wanted to know more about the life her friends had in such places since she had grown up in holds of varying sizes. Most importantly, she really wanted to know the colour to use for his new shirt!
None of those follow-ups were asked as R’nya started talking once more, explaining the question that Rhaedalyn hadn’t thought needed any further explanation beyond a positive answer. She was convinced the bronzerider had always looked out for women and maybe even children that needed a little extra guidance but the illusion quickly shattered and Rhaedalyn fell silent, her face falling into an expression of neutrality. It was true she didn’t know much about some of her friends but the confession revealed to her was something Rhaedalyn never would have thought R’nya capable of.
She wasn’t surprised by the pair chasing before a turn had passed from hatching nor did it surprise her that it had been a gold that was caught. Xyreith was a powerful bronze and as R’nya already pointed out, he wouldn’t settle for second either. He may have Impressed second but he’d prove he was worthier than most of a gold. It was the confession that he laughed at the girl and made bets about her that Rhaedalyn hadn’t expected and she didn’t know what to say to that. It was so opposite to what she knew and believed about the bronzerider that it seemed like one of his subtle jokes where it was hard to tell if he was actually serious or not. He wouldn’t make light of such things, though, of that she was sure.
“Etralla… what a pretty name,” Rhaedalyn whispered lamely and stared at her hands. She imagined a very pretty girl had been attached to that name. At least now she knew who R’nya kept seeing that night instead of a greenrider and managing to carry on a normal conversation or eat. R’nya had said he courted the woman so they had likely been mated and possibly even married in order to keep her happy which explained why the man never seemed interested in anyone and hated ending up in flights. R’nya was like Kahleena in that regard. Her friend still saw herself as married to her husband that even Rhaedalyn knew would have moved on from within a turn. Kahleena couldn’t imagine herself with another man and had dreaded Okalinath’s first flight. All Rhaedalyn had to go on in that area of life was pity sex from R’nd – though it had been rather enjoyable. No one had courted her or asked her to be a wife or mate.
Sensing her distress, Muffin appeared in the room, chiding the other two firelizards that had crept in closer to the humans for not protecting their Rhaedalyn better. She was unhappy! Even Muffin in all of his games and teasing her knew she shouldn’t be in such a mood and landed in the girl’s lap to be cuddled, a cue Rhaedalyn easily picked up on.
Without moving an inch from how she curled up, Aradissicath watched the bronze dragon circle the hut and finally voiced her opinion on the entire thing. Pacing won’t make anyone any happier. Sit down before you make me dizzy. You were also blocking the breeze from that side and I’d appreciate the shelter again, please. Aradissicath was starting to get irritated by all of the emotion spikes happening every which way. It was one thing for her sweet and gentle bonded to have such mood swings and think such silly thoughts but it was another to have the bronze dragon act like a caged feline! They are both adults and will sort through their emotions and memories on their own. Now kindly sit down, Xyreith.
Rhaedalyn wasn’t sure she wanted to ask more questions, afraid of what else she might learn. She wasn’t going to chide him for his behaviour from the past since it helped shape the man she had befriended and turned to for help but she also wasn’t sure if learning about the relationship that haunted R’nya would actually help the man. With her streak of luck, it’d only make things worse. So she went with one of the original follow-up questions instead. “What did you feel when you Touched Xyreith’s egg? Did you know that he was for you?”
