21.Jul.13, 11:20 AM
“I should hope not!” R’nya teased, shaking his head slightly. Him, bonded to green? The thought bypassed ‘funny’ and went straight into disturbing and the bronzerider scrunched his nose up without thinking as he shook his head slightly. R’nya was a colourist man enough to be highly disturbed by the idea of being settled into a life of a green whore, and he certainly didn’t fancy the things they got up to in the bedroom! There wasn’t’ nearly enough women on blue for him to even imagine he would not be completely miserable on a green. Never mind a woman in his head all the time. Xyreith gave a great snort of laughter.
R’nya reached out gently to pick up Whisper, removing the little gold from the couch and placing her in his lap, waiting for her to make herself comfortable before he began petting her gently, watching her as he considered his response to Rhaedalyn’s question. It wasn’t that her question had brought forth memories, so much as that was a time of his life he wasn’t overly proud of; he’d seen the way she reacted to his comments earlier, and R’nya didn’t wish any of the girls to think badly of him, especially after he had worked so hard to win their trust. He was not like that anymore, but he knew not all the girls would be willing to accept that, if they heard of it.
“We were,” he said gently, looking up from Whisper to meet Rhaedalyn’s eyes placidly. “We were a very proud pair.” Which was putting it lightly! They had to be the best, at everything, and as often as not, they had to make sure the blueriding brat’s nose was rubbed in that fact – hard – in order to be completely satisfied. Winning Cerith’s flight had only made them worse, and their Weyrlingmaster had done little to put a damper on such attitudes. It was definitely not a proud time for the still proud bronzerider. “Of course, my dear.” A tiny, warm smile flickered over his lips.
He didn’t bother to tell her that such a request was silly; everyone had one or two areas of their classes they did not do so well in, R’nya’s had been respect, and there was no shame in asking for nor receiving assistance with those areas. He was far more pleased the girl still felt comfortable enough to seek him out for such things, and R’nya reached out to give her hand a gentle squeeze, before returning it to Whisper and the gentle pets she had demanded.
R’nya reached out gently to pick up Whisper, removing the little gold from the couch and placing her in his lap, waiting for her to make herself comfortable before he began petting her gently, watching her as he considered his response to Rhaedalyn’s question. It wasn’t that her question had brought forth memories, so much as that was a time of his life he wasn’t overly proud of; he’d seen the way she reacted to his comments earlier, and R’nya didn’t wish any of the girls to think badly of him, especially after he had worked so hard to win their trust. He was not like that anymore, but he knew not all the girls would be willing to accept that, if they heard of it.
“We were,” he said gently, looking up from Whisper to meet Rhaedalyn’s eyes placidly. “We were a very proud pair.” Which was putting it lightly! They had to be the best, at everything, and as often as not, they had to make sure the blueriding brat’s nose was rubbed in that fact – hard – in order to be completely satisfied. Winning Cerith’s flight had only made them worse, and their Weyrlingmaster had done little to put a damper on such attitudes. It was definitely not a proud time for the still proud bronzerider. “Of course, my dear.” A tiny, warm smile flickered over his lips.
He didn’t bother to tell her that such a request was silly; everyone had one or two areas of their classes they did not do so well in, R’nya’s had been respect, and there was no shame in asking for nor receiving assistance with those areas. He was far more pleased the girl still felt comfortable enough to seek him out for such things, and R’nya reached out to give her hand a gentle squeeze, before returning it to Whisper and the gentle pets she had demanded.