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03.Dec.16, 08:13 PM
R’nya was patient as he waited for Rhaedalyn to figure out how she wanted to word her question, the bronzerider simply cuddling against her, one hand stoking the curve of her hip with a light touch, his whole demeanour oozing contentment. R’nya was certainly in no rush to get dressed and face the music of the day, nor was he in any rush to have Rhaedalyn spill whatever was on her mind; he was quite content to wait it out – waiting and patience were important when dealing with Rhaedalyn.
When Rhaedalyn finally did speak, her question caused R’nya some surprise and the bronzerider shifted so he was leaning on an elbow, peering over Rhaedalyn’s shoulder and at her face curiously. He had always thought that the reasoning was obvious – after all, it had been pretty obvious to the other Weyrleaders as they’d put in their requests for their own Weyrwomen that Rhaedalyn was off limits. It probably had helped that R’nya had been glaring with pursed lips at each one as they picked from the list of young women he’d shepherded for the past several turns. He hadn’t felt the need to claim Rhaedalyn as his Weyrwoman before anyone else could, because he knew that no one else would dare.
“Why did I choose you?” R’nya echoed, chewing over the question as he peered down at Rhaedalyn. After a moment, R’nya sat up – mostly because he felt he was looming over Rhaedalyn in their current positions – and gently encouraged her to sit with him, the bronzerider crossing his legs. Facing one another, R’nya offered a half smile as he draped the blanket around Rhaedalyn’s shoulders and gently overlapped the edges; he didn’t want her to feel exposed. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, R’nya considered how to phrase his choice.
“Well,” that was a nice, strong beginning. R’nya grinned, though it was mostly at his own idiocy of starting with such a sad word. “As delightful as both Kahleena and Ameris are,” and truly, he found both women to be quite charming and enjoyable to be around. “They aren’t you.” R’nya shrugged slightly, “You are the one I want to work with; you are the one I want to see every day.” He paused to consider what he’d already said, and what more needed to be shared. Taking in a deep breath, R’nya breathed it out slowly. “You’re the one I see beside me, when I envision this Weyr back on its feet.” R’nya’s eyebrows drew together, concerned about how his admission would be received.
When Rhaedalyn finally did speak, her question caused R’nya some surprise and the bronzerider shifted so he was leaning on an elbow, peering over Rhaedalyn’s shoulder and at her face curiously. He had always thought that the reasoning was obvious – after all, it had been pretty obvious to the other Weyrleaders as they’d put in their requests for their own Weyrwomen that Rhaedalyn was off limits. It probably had helped that R’nya had been glaring with pursed lips at each one as they picked from the list of young women he’d shepherded for the past several turns. He hadn’t felt the need to claim Rhaedalyn as his Weyrwoman before anyone else could, because he knew that no one else would dare.
“Why did I choose you?” R’nya echoed, chewing over the question as he peered down at Rhaedalyn. After a moment, R’nya sat up – mostly because he felt he was looming over Rhaedalyn in their current positions – and gently encouraged her to sit with him, the bronzerider crossing his legs. Facing one another, R’nya offered a half smile as he draped the blanket around Rhaedalyn’s shoulders and gently overlapped the edges; he didn’t want her to feel exposed. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, R’nya considered how to phrase his choice.
“Well,” that was a nice, strong beginning. R’nya grinned, though it was mostly at his own idiocy of starting with such a sad word. “As delightful as both Kahleena and Ameris are,” and truly, he found both women to be quite charming and enjoyable to be around. “They aren’t you.” R’nya shrugged slightly, “You are the one I want to work with; you are the one I want to see every day.” He paused to consider what he’d already said, and what more needed to be shared. Taking in a deep breath, R’nya breathed it out slowly. “You’re the one I see beside me, when I envision this Weyr back on its feet.” R’nya’s eyebrows drew together, concerned about how his admission would be received.
