News and Understanding
The easy part had been telling K'sedel and offering to take on Ranni's
chores when she needed the help as the pregnancy progresses. Now came
the hard part, telling his mother about how things had gone down. He
felt sure that she would be understanding, but admitting his own
naivety regarding Ranni wasn't easy.
Another rider was leaving the Weyrwoman's office when R'nar entered.
"Mom, do you have a minute?"
"Sure," she smiled as her son came into the office. She lifted her
chin to the rider leaving with a smile then turned back to R'nar with
a smile. "What's up?"
"I need to tell you something," he said with a huff as he took a seat
and shot her a nervous smile.
She'd seen that smile so many times while he'd been growing up she
knew he was going to say something that she might not want to hear.
"Alright," she nodded.
It was amazing that at nearly twenty Turns of age, he still felt like
a child when he had to tell his mother about his shortcomings. R'nar
wondered if that feeling ever went away. "Well, you know, I am sure,
that I was seeing quite a bit of Ranni before she Impressed."
"I did," she nodded. That plus the big reaction when the girl had
Impressed pretty much told her how he'd felt. She half smiled.
“Well, he exhaled, “she is pregnant and keeping the baby. It’s mine. I
just came from talking with K’sedel about helping with her chores when
it gets to the point that she can’t do them. I just wanted you to hear
about it from me first.”
Cyradis sat back in her chair. Something niggled at her about the way
he'd said it. So she tilted her head and looked intently in to the
eyes that were exactly like hers. "You didn't say I'm going to be a
father like you're happy dear," she said. "What's going on?"
R'nar pushed a hand through his hair, which was curly like his
mother's. "I was under the belief that Ranni was using teas but it
appears that she was not."
"Ah," she said then she shrugged. "The first one is usually unplanned.
But you sound unhappy about it. Do you not care for her?" She was
still dealing with the fact that she was going to be a grandmother but
her son's happiness outweighed that for her in that moment.
"I care for her a lot, actually," R'nar said around a mirthless
chuckle. "She is the one who does not care for me."
"Oh," Cyradis' eyes widened. "I'm sorry sonshine," she said softly.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
R’nar lifted his shoulders in a little shrug. “I don’t know. A part of
me doesn’t want to say anything negative about her because she’s the
mother of my child and I do care for her... a lot. At the same time,
I am so angry with her I could wring her neck.” His eyes lifted to
hers. “Does that make any sense?”
"Oh yes," Cyradis rolled her eyes and searched for the words as she
laughed at herself. She finally just waved her hand and said one word.
The hint of an amused smile touched his lips. “Then you completely
understand.” The bronzerider relaxed in his chair. “She told me to my
face that she was only with me because she was afraid of being sent
from the Weyr if she did not Impress.” R’nar cocked an eyebrow,
belying his annoyance.
Cyradis refused to use the oft repeated 'I told you so,' and moved on
in her mind. "Well," she said instead, "I don't know how K'deren's
going to like being 'mated to a grandmother." Her eyes twinkled and
should couldn't help the grin. "But that girl may wish she hadn't done
that to _my_ son. I think I'll make sure she spends some time in the
That made him laugh. “She could use it. I don’t know much about her
life before the Weyr but she treats every decision she makes here as
if it were a matter of survival.”
"Well perhaps it is where she came from. But dangers dragon braved are
much more life threatening than she may realize." Cyradis leaned
forward, "Why don't you bring her to meet me."
R'nar looked at his mother dubiously, "What would you say to her?"
“Good question,” she said. “I have a pretty good sense about people
and if she’s going to be the mother of my first grandchild, I'd like
to know what kind of woman she is."
"I will bring her to meet you, then." R'nar said, knowing that even
though Ranni might not want to, she was too smart, in her own
manipulative manner, to deny the Weyrwoman's request, even if it came
from Cyradis as a mother rather than as the Weyrwoman.
"Well, she's going to have to meet me sooner or later," Cyradis
smiled. "Sooner is probably better. Has she told you where she came
"Yeah, she is from Sunstone." R'nar said.
"Ah," Cyradis nodded. Not the best of places if the rumors were to be
believed. "Well, let's hope she has a much better life here then," she
**She will, if she lets herself,** R'nar thought.
Last updated on the September 3rd 2019