30.Apr.15, 02:13 AM
Rhaedalyn made herself comfortable on the ground beside R’nya, more than happy to simply sit and take in the area and stories he would share. She startled a moment later at the kiss to her hand but smiled gently as she looked down at their hands still entwined and where lips had just grazed against her skin. A glance to R’nya’s face showed the man was indeed lost to his memories and Rhaedalyn continued with her small smile, a new admiration for the bronzerider appearing in her eyes. “You were so brave. You still are, of course! But, to fly to an unknown land and live on your own… I would have been terrified. I don’t think I would have lasted very long, even if I had Aradissicath’s help.” Her voice was soft at the admittance that she would have been useless and likely wouldn’t have survived a month, let alone turns in the wilderness. Her fear of being kicked out of Katila for not Impressing and having to live in a tree no longer lingered now that she had graduated and her dragon had amazing clutches, but she couldn’t help but wonder about all of the survivors and if she had been one of them.
“I think,” she started then paused as her gaze swept over the remains of the camp that had help keep R’nya alive and teach him new survival skills. It was a good area and with her vivid imagination, she could see how it looked in its prime with R’nya bustling over the cooking fire while Xyreith lounged in the fading sunlight before doing the final preparations for the fall of night and the terrors that would bring out. “I think this was the perfect location for everything you needed. I wouldn’t have minded living here if I had to.”
She fell silent as she looked around again, taking a moment longer to watch the dragons interact. They liked to bicker and even with the irritation she could feel from Aradissicath at times, Rhaedalyn knew how fond she was of the bronze and that it was likely all a weird game the two played. She was glad for that, too. Who knows if Xyreith would ever accept her as a friend of R’nya’s without Aradissicath’s presence.
“You know,” she turned her attention back to R’nya, smile a bit brighter as she switched topics based on something R’nya had said earlier, “I like when you call him Xy. It shows that you have a fun and relaxed side and you’re not all Mr. Serious Business,” Rhaedalyn said the nickname in a mock deep voice and then giggled at her attempt. It was true though; she loved every little hint that R’nya was normal just like her. Or, perhaps it was R’nya was a bit strange like her if she went by the popular opinion of those she interacted with regularly. Either way, she liked it and couldn’t help but wonder how he was like with the other goldriders. She saw a bit of his casual side when they went out with Kahleena but she didn’t really associate with the other Golden Girls and had no idea what face R’nya wore with them. One day she would ask him. Today, however, was about the special place he had shown her and opened up in. It was a rarity when he spoke of his past and Rhaedalyn always jumped on the opportunity to learn more.
“I think,” she started then paused as her gaze swept over the remains of the camp that had help keep R’nya alive and teach him new survival skills. It was a good area and with her vivid imagination, she could see how it looked in its prime with R’nya bustling over the cooking fire while Xyreith lounged in the fading sunlight before doing the final preparations for the fall of night and the terrors that would bring out. “I think this was the perfect location for everything you needed. I wouldn’t have minded living here if I had to.”
She fell silent as she looked around again, taking a moment longer to watch the dragons interact. They liked to bicker and even with the irritation she could feel from Aradissicath at times, Rhaedalyn knew how fond she was of the bronze and that it was likely all a weird game the two played. She was glad for that, too. Who knows if Xyreith would ever accept her as a friend of R’nya’s without Aradissicath’s presence.
“You know,” she turned her attention back to R’nya, smile a bit brighter as she switched topics based on something R’nya had said earlier, “I like when you call him Xy. It shows that you have a fun and relaxed side and you’re not all Mr. Serious Business,” Rhaedalyn said the nickname in a mock deep voice and then giggled at her attempt. It was true though; she loved every little hint that R’nya was normal just like her. Or, perhaps it was R’nya was a bit strange like her if she went by the popular opinion of those she interacted with regularly. Either way, she liked it and couldn’t help but wonder how he was like with the other goldriders. She saw a bit of his casual side when they went out with Kahleena but she didn’t really associate with the other Golden Girls and had no idea what face R’nya wore with them. One day she would ask him. Today, however, was about the special place he had shown her and opened up in. It was a rarity when he spoke of his past and Rhaedalyn always jumped on the opportunity to learn more.