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02.Jul.14, 03:45 AM
Perhaps his wife was right; he was spoiling their sweet new servant lately. She had said it with a smile and had been teasing since she was fond of Ekshan and the work he managed to get done but she was still right. Gabrin pointed it out to Ekshan that evening as well when he went to check on the man while Tanriel was detained with another bout of sickness brought on by the pregnancy. He had taken the man to a Hatching, a first for them both, and as much as Gabrin enjoyed it and found it educational, he knew Ekshan had been beside himself with joy at being at a Weyr and not a single word needed to be said with the excitement that shone in his eyes.
Now he was being brought in style to the Telgar gather for Turnover. He was certain the boy and his family would have attended at least once in the past but now he would show up in fine clothing and mingle with the upper class that didn’t always branch out from their own small circles. Gabrin had even teased Ekshan as he straightened the younger man’s shirt that he could play lordling that night if he found someone worth bringing home. Tanriel liked to visit with her family in the main manor and Gabrin was fine with that request, stating he would even join her – the breakfast that family had for the first of the turn was always amazing. So their home would be empty save for their small staff and Ekshan would be left in charge and practically encouraged to find someone to play with.
When Tanriel was ready, they headed to the field that would play host to their evening of drinking and debauchery. Gabrin had to admit that even he was surprised when he spotted several dragons milling about on the edges. He hadn’t heard about the dragonriders being invited from official or unofficial sources. Given the sour look on the Lord Holder’s face when they approached him to pay respects a few minutes later, it was clear it was just as unexpected to him. Gabrin had to suppress a smirk and needed to remember to congratulate some of the riders later on.
As Tanriel went to find her sister, Gabrin pulled Ekshan to the side after procuring a glass of wine. “I think tonight will be far more entertaining than expected.” A sip was taken and Gabrin nodded his appreciation for the vintage before casting a glance around for the dragonriders. They weren’t that hard to spot since they seemed far livelier than the residents of Telgar Hold and Gabrin couldn’t wait to see what would transpire. “Feel free to mingle. Perhaps one of your new friends from the Hatching is here or you can go make some new friends. It never hurts to be cozy with someone on both sides of the argument, remember.”
That was a conversation he had had with Ekshan on several occasions. Telgar, the Halls, and several other Holds were opposed to the return of their once mighty protectors but Gabrin’s family ruled High Reaches and was related to a greenrider. They had been easily swayed to supporting the dragonriders once more. Gabrin himself had made early contact with the Weyrsecond and was working his way into a comfortable position of trust amongst that side. Around the lord of Telgar he always played nice for that side but he had yet to fully commit one way or the other – though he was betting on the dragonriders winning out in the end. It was just a matter of when that would happen.
“Go and enjoy yourself, Ekkie. Tomorrow, I expect to hear all about your adventures.”
Now he was being brought in style to the Telgar gather for Turnover. He was certain the boy and his family would have attended at least once in the past but now he would show up in fine clothing and mingle with the upper class that didn’t always branch out from their own small circles. Gabrin had even teased Ekshan as he straightened the younger man’s shirt that he could play lordling that night if he found someone worth bringing home. Tanriel liked to visit with her family in the main manor and Gabrin was fine with that request, stating he would even join her – the breakfast that family had for the first of the turn was always amazing. So their home would be empty save for their small staff and Ekshan would be left in charge and practically encouraged to find someone to play with.
When Tanriel was ready, they headed to the field that would play host to their evening of drinking and debauchery. Gabrin had to admit that even he was surprised when he spotted several dragons milling about on the edges. He hadn’t heard about the dragonriders being invited from official or unofficial sources. Given the sour look on the Lord Holder’s face when they approached him to pay respects a few minutes later, it was clear it was just as unexpected to him. Gabrin had to suppress a smirk and needed to remember to congratulate some of the riders later on.
As Tanriel went to find her sister, Gabrin pulled Ekshan to the side after procuring a glass of wine. “I think tonight will be far more entertaining than expected.” A sip was taken and Gabrin nodded his appreciation for the vintage before casting a glance around for the dragonriders. They weren’t that hard to spot since they seemed far livelier than the residents of Telgar Hold and Gabrin couldn’t wait to see what would transpire. “Feel free to mingle. Perhaps one of your new friends from the Hatching is here or you can go make some new friends. It never hurts to be cozy with someone on both sides of the argument, remember.”
That was a conversation he had had with Ekshan on several occasions. Telgar, the Halls, and several other Holds were opposed to the return of their once mighty protectors but Gabrin’s family ruled High Reaches and was related to a greenrider. They had been easily swayed to supporting the dragonriders once more. Gabrin himself had made early contact with the Weyrsecond and was working his way into a comfortable position of trust amongst that side. Around the lord of Telgar he always played nice for that side but he had yet to fully commit one way or the other – though he was betting on the dragonriders winning out in the end. It was just a matter of when that would happen.
“Go and enjoy yourself, Ekkie. Tomorrow, I expect to hear all about your adventures.”
