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30.Nov.16, 01:30 PM
While R’nya noticed Rhaedalyn’s mediocre involvement, he didn’t comment on it; partly because he was terrified if he said anything, Rhaedalyn would send him packing. He didn’t want to leave, and he wanted Rhaedalyn to enjoy herself, as if by making the moment as good as possible, she wouldn’t pretend it had never happened once they got dressed and back to their lives. It broke his heart that she seemed to disinterested in him outside of Aradissicath’s flights, though again, it was not something he would ever comment on or talk about, not even with Xyreith, who knew his innermost thoughts. His own feelings for the goldrider were something he was only just coming to terms with himself.
“Mm?” R’nya murmured softly, tightening his arms around Rhaedalyn gently and nuzzling the crook of her neck, enjoying both scent and feel of his lovely Weyrwoman. To say the bronzerider was on cloud nine would have been the understatement of the century; while he had spent probably more nights than he could count with Quilriana, and he was quite fond of the woman, Rhaedalyn was special. Quilriana knew her worth, and her place in life, and was generally happy; Rhaedalyn didn’t seem to be aware of how special she was, at least not as far as R’nya had ever been able to determine. But she was beautiful, and intelligent and R’nya waned nothing so much as to see her shine – preferably at his side.
Watching Rhaedalyn’s relationship with Z’ia blossom had been painful for the bronzerider, though he hadn’t entirely understood (or wanted to understand) his jealousy at that point. He wasn’t prepared to feel so strongly for someone after how much losing Etralla had hurt. He didn’t want to go through that again, ever. It was, in its own subtle way, why he was reluctant to press his affections onto Rhaedalyn; he knew how deeply she’d fallen for Z’ia, and while the little bastard bluerider deserved to rot between for the hurt he’d caused her, R’nya was just as reluctant to feel for her, as he imagined she was to feel for someone new. Another reason Quilriana was so well received – she asked nothing of R’nya but his good nature and warm body, both of which he was pleased to provide for the same in return.
Not that R’nya was thinking of anything but Rhaedalyn and how comfortable he was in the current moment, one hand sliding free to brush over the curve of the goldrider’s hip. “What is it, my dear?” R’nya prompted, wondering what was going on in the very active mind of Rhaedalyn. While he had a tiny tremor of fear that she was going to send him on his way when she next spoke, R’nya wasn’t about to actively jump to that conclusion. Not yet, at least.
“Mm?” R’nya murmured softly, tightening his arms around Rhaedalyn gently and nuzzling the crook of her neck, enjoying both scent and feel of his lovely Weyrwoman. To say the bronzerider was on cloud nine would have been the understatement of the century; while he had spent probably more nights than he could count with Quilriana, and he was quite fond of the woman, Rhaedalyn was special. Quilriana knew her worth, and her place in life, and was generally happy; Rhaedalyn didn’t seem to be aware of how special she was, at least not as far as R’nya had ever been able to determine. But she was beautiful, and intelligent and R’nya waned nothing so much as to see her shine – preferably at his side.
Watching Rhaedalyn’s relationship with Z’ia blossom had been painful for the bronzerider, though he hadn’t entirely understood (or wanted to understand) his jealousy at that point. He wasn’t prepared to feel so strongly for someone after how much losing Etralla had hurt. He didn’t want to go through that again, ever. It was, in its own subtle way, why he was reluctant to press his affections onto Rhaedalyn; he knew how deeply she’d fallen for Z’ia, and while the little bastard bluerider deserved to rot between for the hurt he’d caused her, R’nya was just as reluctant to feel for her, as he imagined she was to feel for someone new. Another reason Quilriana was so well received – she asked nothing of R’nya but his good nature and warm body, both of which he was pleased to provide for the same in return.
Not that R’nya was thinking of anything but Rhaedalyn and how comfortable he was in the current moment, one hand sliding free to brush over the curve of the goldrider’s hip. “What is it, my dear?” R’nya prompted, wondering what was going on in the very active mind of Rhaedalyn. While he had a tiny tremor of fear that she was going to send him on his way when she next spoke, R’nya wasn’t about to actively jump to that conclusion. Not yet, at least.
