17.Sep.14, 10:39 AM
Rhaedalyn still didn’t want to leave her room more than she absolutely had to but with a dragon becoming more and more sand-bound and cranky as she moved further along in her own pregnancy, she didn’t have much of a choice. It wasn’t fair to leave Aradissicath alone on the Sands, despite the gold’s enjoyment of the peacefulness of finally having it to herself. Then again, with a gold that was being temperamental lounging beside her, Rhaedalyn found people left her alone a lot more than when she tried to hide in her room.
Rhaedalyn.
It had been three weeks since Z’ia banished her from his room and it seemed like word had spread of their spat and their potential break-up. Well, that was a bit unfair to say now. They had definitely broken up with no chance of reuniting. She had waited days upon days for that moment when he knocked on her door to apologise and greet the news of her pregnancy with a smile but it never came. Z’ia didn’t really deem to look at her in public either. Rhaedalyn swore she saw a tear once and looked distraught another time but he never let her get close to know for certain. In the end, however, she felt like a villain in one of her stories with the accusing looks some people close to Z’ia would give her.
Rhaedalyn.
Even now she couldn’t blame them. She didn’t truly know who the father of her unborn child was. Z’ia’s implications led her to believe it was R’nya’s from the flight and the timeline did match up fairly well but Rhaedalyn still wanted to believe it was Z’ia’s. Or, rather, she had wanted to believe. Now, she wasn’t sure. Maybe R’nya was the better choice. He was wonderful and so polite and a leader! Surely a child of his would be much the same? Her lower lip started to tremble yet again as the confusion over her predicament set in. She hadn’t even mentioned the idea to R’nya yet!
Rhaedalyn!
Rhaedalyn gasped as she dropped the skirt she had meant to be hemming and looked up at her dragon that wasn’t looking so well. Yes, well if you had listened the first time I called for you instead of going around in the same boring mental circles that you’re always in lately, you’d know it’s time. Another gasp as the implications of the words made sense and Rhaedalyn nodded.
“Whisper, go tell R’nya the clutching’s begun. He doesn’t need to rush here though. I’m sure he’s busy,” she actually had no idea what the bronzerider was up. She didn’t know if there was a practice that day or if he had paperwork to do or if he had plans with one of the other goldriders or was in the North. She knew he was called away sometimes, likely to keep S’kef updated on the wing but Rhaedalyn knew better than to ask too many questions in affairs that didn’t concern her.
“And you, my love, will do wonderfully. You’ve done this once before so you’re a pro at this egg laying business.” Rhaedalyn cooed encouragements as she got to her feet, brushing sand off as she went. She didn’t know how long they’d be at it this time but Aradissicath deserved her full attention for the event and Rhaedalyn was committing herself to it and nothing else.
Rhaedalyn.
It had been three weeks since Z’ia banished her from his room and it seemed like word had spread of their spat and their potential break-up. Well, that was a bit unfair to say now. They had definitely broken up with no chance of reuniting. She had waited days upon days for that moment when he knocked on her door to apologise and greet the news of her pregnancy with a smile but it never came. Z’ia didn’t really deem to look at her in public either. Rhaedalyn swore she saw a tear once and looked distraught another time but he never let her get close to know for certain. In the end, however, she felt like a villain in one of her stories with the accusing looks some people close to Z’ia would give her.
Rhaedalyn.
Even now she couldn’t blame them. She didn’t truly know who the father of her unborn child was. Z’ia’s implications led her to believe it was R’nya’s from the flight and the timeline did match up fairly well but Rhaedalyn still wanted to believe it was Z’ia’s. Or, rather, she had wanted to believe. Now, she wasn’t sure. Maybe R’nya was the better choice. He was wonderful and so polite and a leader! Surely a child of his would be much the same? Her lower lip started to tremble yet again as the confusion over her predicament set in. She hadn’t even mentioned the idea to R’nya yet!
Rhaedalyn!
Rhaedalyn gasped as she dropped the skirt she had meant to be hemming and looked up at her dragon that wasn’t looking so well. Yes, well if you had listened the first time I called for you instead of going around in the same boring mental circles that you’re always in lately, you’d know it’s time. Another gasp as the implications of the words made sense and Rhaedalyn nodded.
“Whisper, go tell R’nya the clutching’s begun. He doesn’t need to rush here though. I’m sure he’s busy,” she actually had no idea what the bronzerider was up. She didn’t know if there was a practice that day or if he had paperwork to do or if he had plans with one of the other goldriders or was in the North. She knew he was called away sometimes, likely to keep S’kef updated on the wing but Rhaedalyn knew better than to ask too many questions in affairs that didn’t concern her.
“And you, my love, will do wonderfully. You’ve done this once before so you’re a pro at this egg laying business.” Rhaedalyn cooed encouragements as she got to her feet, brushing sand off as she went. She didn’t know how long they’d be at it this time but Aradissicath deserved her full attention for the event and Rhaedalyn was committing herself to it and nothing else.