17.Mar.18, 08:38 PM
Zeianth wasn’t particularly happy with him at the moment. He had said they would stay with the green pair they had won for a few hours and then changed his mind soon after, causing his dragon to have to untangle himself from the sweet green he was already fond of. D’hys promised he could visit Halomirth anytime they were in Ista which seemed to soothe Zeianth enough for a comfortable flight home as they popped back into Fort’s region and leisurely flew the rest of the way back to the Weyr.
It was already getting late by the time they touched down with most of the inhabitants having eaten and preparing to turn in for the night. But it was still considered early for a Weyrleader that had a habit of working late and D’hys headed right to R’nya’s office to bring back news of what he learned about the kerfuffle between some riders and to deliver the letter. He was honestly more curious about the letter and wanted to know what exactly it contained but as he knocked to announce himself and then let himself in, he knew he’d save it for last, getting his actual business out of the way first.
“I return with your requested news, oh great leader,” D’hys grinned as he came to stand before R’nya’s desk. He had figured out early on that R’nya both loved and hated his position and sometimes he couldn’t help but tease the bronzerider about it with over the top titles. “A bit delayed, I’ll admit, but Zeianth took a shining to a green that decided to have her maiden Flight while we were there and we won so I then had to cuddle with the man. You know how greenriders are,” D’hys was fairly certain greens were more of a handful than golds, though they both seemed to be on the clingy side.
“You were right in suspecting who was the actual instigator. I can arrange for discreet but impressionable punishment, if you’d like,” D’hys offered as he sat down in the visitor’s chair, watching R’nya to see if he had his usual battle of conscience that happened before passing off such distasteful tasks to the willing bluerider.
“Oh, and my new little greenriding friend had been charged with delivering this to you but being the kind soul that I am, I offered to bring it to you,” he studied the folded and sealed paper for a moment before sliding it across the desk to R’nya. “He seemed to think it was important.”
It was already getting late by the time they touched down with most of the inhabitants having eaten and preparing to turn in for the night. But it was still considered early for a Weyrleader that had a habit of working late and D’hys headed right to R’nya’s office to bring back news of what he learned about the kerfuffle between some riders and to deliver the letter. He was honestly more curious about the letter and wanted to know what exactly it contained but as he knocked to announce himself and then let himself in, he knew he’d save it for last, getting his actual business out of the way first.
“I return with your requested news, oh great leader,” D’hys grinned as he came to stand before R’nya’s desk. He had figured out early on that R’nya both loved and hated his position and sometimes he couldn’t help but tease the bronzerider about it with over the top titles. “A bit delayed, I’ll admit, but Zeianth took a shining to a green that decided to have her maiden Flight while we were there and we won so I then had to cuddle with the man. You know how greenriders are,” D’hys was fairly certain greens were more of a handful than golds, though they both seemed to be on the clingy side.
“You were right in suspecting who was the actual instigator. I can arrange for discreet but impressionable punishment, if you’d like,” D’hys offered as he sat down in the visitor’s chair, watching R’nya to see if he had his usual battle of conscience that happened before passing off such distasteful tasks to the willing bluerider.
“Oh, and my new little greenriding friend had been charged with delivering this to you but being the kind soul that I am, I offered to bring it to you,” he studied the folded and sealed paper for a moment before sliding it across the desk to R’nya. “He seemed to think it was important.”