01.Jan.14, 08:06 PM
While she agreed that a bath or seven would definitely be appreciated with how filthy she was – she wasn’t sure she had a spot left on her that wasn’t covered in mud – Rhaedalyn was still taken aback by R’nya’s in saying she needed one. It wasn’t even the bluntness that bothered her but the situation. She had nearly died drowning in the muck and the Weyr was in chaos and he was concerned about how horrible she looked? In a way, she was hurt that he didn’t want to deal with her while she wasn’t clean and pretty but the oddity of it all overrode everything else and Rhaedalyn stared in confusion at the man.
Until he started to slowly caress her.
Rhaedalyn tensed and didn’t even dare to breathe as the fingers moved lower and stopped at the collar of her nightgown. A stray thought hit her about if she was still wearing the robe or if it was lost in the mud. It was hard to tell with the way everything clung to her. Suddenly, her hand was in his and while that wasn’t uncommon and was something she counted as okay to do with friends, Rhaedalyn was uncomfortable with it now and her eyes went wide and one foot stepped back as if wanting to flee. “R’nya? I... Xyreith!” She had no idea what she had wanted to say to get away from the bronzerider that was starting to look at her like the men had leading up to Aradissicath’s maiden flight but Xyreith had swooped in to eat his rider, saving her the trouble of talking.
A gasp of shock was all she managed before Xyreith nearly spit R’nya back out, unharmed. Of course he was unharmed, she scolded herself; dragons didn’t harm anyone, especially not their own rider! A light laugh couldn’t help but be had as R’nya chided the bronze for having bad breath but it stopped when a hand was extended to her and Rhaedalyn blinked owlishly at it. What would happen if she took it? It was rude not to but she didn’t know what was wrong with R’nya, even with him saying he needed a healer.
With the apology that seemed more confused than sincere, Rhaedalyn walked forward. She had forgiven Z’ia for yelling at her and scaring her as well, so why couldn’t she forgive the man that had been a friend for so long? She placed her hand in R’nya’s but the fear of everything that had happened had her throwing herself into his chest and clinging to him with one arm. She had so many questions and wanted to voice her fear but all that came out were soft sobs as she trembled against R’nya.
It felt like hours to her but Rhaedalyn knew it couldn’t have been more than a minute that she stayed that way before finally looking up at R’nya. “We should find you a Healer. Dissi is coming as well. I can’t leave her here.” It didn’t feel safe to Rhaedalyn and while she had no idea what still stood, she wanted to keep her precious dragon near her and she doubted anyone would argue with her. After all, she was a gold that was about to clutch. She couldn’t be put in line with anymore danger.
Until he started to slowly caress her.
Rhaedalyn tensed and didn’t even dare to breathe as the fingers moved lower and stopped at the collar of her nightgown. A stray thought hit her about if she was still wearing the robe or if it was lost in the mud. It was hard to tell with the way everything clung to her. Suddenly, her hand was in his and while that wasn’t uncommon and was something she counted as okay to do with friends, Rhaedalyn was uncomfortable with it now and her eyes went wide and one foot stepped back as if wanting to flee. “R’nya? I... Xyreith!” She had no idea what she had wanted to say to get away from the bronzerider that was starting to look at her like the men had leading up to Aradissicath’s maiden flight but Xyreith had swooped in to eat his rider, saving her the trouble of talking.
A gasp of shock was all she managed before Xyreith nearly spit R’nya back out, unharmed. Of course he was unharmed, she scolded herself; dragons didn’t harm anyone, especially not their own rider! A light laugh couldn’t help but be had as R’nya chided the bronze for having bad breath but it stopped when a hand was extended to her and Rhaedalyn blinked owlishly at it. What would happen if she took it? It was rude not to but she didn’t know what was wrong with R’nya, even with him saying he needed a healer.
With the apology that seemed more confused than sincere, Rhaedalyn walked forward. She had forgiven Z’ia for yelling at her and scaring her as well, so why couldn’t she forgive the man that had been a friend for so long? She placed her hand in R’nya’s but the fear of everything that had happened had her throwing herself into his chest and clinging to him with one arm. She had so many questions and wanted to voice her fear but all that came out were soft sobs as she trembled against R’nya.
It felt like hours to her but Rhaedalyn knew it couldn’t have been more than a minute that she stayed that way before finally looking up at R’nya. “We should find you a Healer. Dissi is coming as well. I can’t leave her here.” It didn’t feel safe to Rhaedalyn and while she had no idea what still stood, she wanted to keep her precious dragon near her and she doubted anyone would argue with her. After all, she was a gold that was about to clutch. She couldn’t be put in line with anymore danger.