Tell Me A Story [Rhaedalyn]

Ever since the dragons started humming and Aradissicath stayed strong in her conviction that neither of them would be attending such a thing that was associated with one of the upstart babies, Rhaedalyn had been pacing back and forth and sometimes in a neat little circle. Muffin kept pace with her and sometimes flew ahead trying to get her to pick up speed and chase him for a game, but Rhaedalyn only walked at her slow pace, hands wringing occasionally as she fretted over what her absence would be seen as. Surely people would talk and assume she didn’t support the other goldriders – and in truth, it was hard to fully deny it. Ameris and Peorray weren’t exactly top of the list of people she associated with and enjoyed it but didn’t they still have to smile and get along to some extent? It would be seen as rude not to go to a Hatching!

Worse, R’nya had opted to stay behind and keep an eye on them. Z’ia, her sweet bluerider, had offered to keep her company but Rhaedalyn knew how much he enjoyed Hatchings and told him to go enjoy himself and to keep D’hys out of trouble. R’nya is the wingleader in charge of this Weyr, making him like a Weyrleader. It only makes sense that he would stay behind to keep an eye on a goldrider enjoying her time at the lake, Aradissicath put in as she swiped her tail at Xyreith’s nose when he moved in to nip her again. Now, do relax, dear. You’re upsetting Rumour.

It was the slight song that her name was said in as opposed to her name itself that caught her attention and briefly pulled her out of her fretting and had her stopping in her tracks. Rhaedalyn turned to R’nya, head cocked to the side though the curious gaze she sent at him was lost in the shadow of the large floppy hat she wore to keep the sun off her face and neck. It was also beneficial in hiding other emotions that soon crossed her face as she took in R’nya’s relaxed pose with tattered shorts that seemed to be more off than on. Memories of their time together in the flight a month ago came rushing back and Rhaedalyn suddenly didn’t know what she had been doing or why she was having trouble keeping her eyes from wandering over his nicely toned body.

Whisper decided she liked the invitation and left the dragons to go sit by R’nya’s feet, one of which she flicked a tongue over the sole of in greeting. Stop ignoring the man and sit down, Rhaedalyn. Aradissicath earned a quick glance before Rhaedalyn was stepping towards the bronzerider, though she quickly froze and squeaked in surprise when his request came. “I… I didn’t know you knew about them,” she whispered, her embarrassment rather evident in the tone and the way the ground suddenly looked so fascinating.

She didn’t know why she thought that though. R’nya knew everything that happened at all times and at least telling stories to her dragon wasn’t hurting anyone. Still, it made her nervous that she might end up in trouble for having creative or silly thoughts. R’nya didn’t sound like he was going to scold her or even tease her about it though so Rhaedalyn took her friend up on the offer and sat down beside him, careful to avoid Whisper lest she make the gold cranky.

“I don’t know if any of my stories would interest you but is there a theme you might like?”