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21.Dec.17, 11:11 AM
M’ris refrained from chuckling at the obvious suspicion he was under. It was natural for greenriders to be nervous around the higher ranks – especially the brownriders that seemed to have a tendency to be assholes. F’drel had also grown up in a hold, and while it had been a long time ago when he was still Marnaris, which felt like a lifetime ago, M’ris had some memories of the way he felt going into the town for the market or gathers and how higher ranking holders viewed his poor family. So he took no offence, knowing other Weyrleaders over the ages may have felt differently and would have demanded respect or enjoyed the fear they invoked.
In fact, M’ris went in the opposite direction of that and patted the greenrider’s shoulder good-naturedly. “Relax, F’drel. We’re at a gather! You don’t have to be so formal. Call me M’ris for tonight, and laugh some more. You look like you’re counting the minutes until you can flee.” Truth be told, he sometimes wanted to be able to do that as well. He still might try to leave early if the chance arose. He did have an infant to return to and a Weyr waiting for his guidance. He also had a feeling if he stayed too late into the night he’d lose the battle with temptation and enjoy too many cups of wine and anything else that was easily flowing around the property.
“I’ll tell you what,” M’ris dug through his pocket and pulled out a handful of marks and offered them to F’drel, his expression one that clearly said he’d better not argue and to accept the gift. “Enjoy yourself in my name tonight. Try new foods, get drunk, dance with someone good looking.” Speaking of good looking, it hadn’t escaped M’ris’ notice that the young greenrider was just that. He actually reminded him a bit of K’tir and M’ris mentally chided himself for even trying to consider a quiet fling with F’drel. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust a greenrider to keep secret he was sleeping with the Weyrleader, but since having a child with Ameris, M’ris had tried to put a stop to his wandering eye and secret hook ups with the brownrider. He wasn’t sure how Ameris would react to knowing her bronzerider Weyrleader and sort of mate – they had never really discussed the term – was sometimes turned on by men as well.
“Don’t make me ask you to give me a full report of your time here tomorrow morning, greenrider,” M’ris threatened, holding the stern expression for all of three seconds before breaking into a grin and a laugh. “Truly though, have fun. That’s what these damn things are for after all! Feel free to find me later if you need a break from the wild times or need more marks.” He didn’t know much about F’drel’s life before the Weyr, but he knew this was the man’s first Gather as a dragonrider and he wanted to make sure it was a memorable one.
In fact, M’ris went in the opposite direction of that and patted the greenrider’s shoulder good-naturedly. “Relax, F’drel. We’re at a gather! You don’t have to be so formal. Call me M’ris for tonight, and laugh some more. You look like you’re counting the minutes until you can flee.” Truth be told, he sometimes wanted to be able to do that as well. He still might try to leave early if the chance arose. He did have an infant to return to and a Weyr waiting for his guidance. He also had a feeling if he stayed too late into the night he’d lose the battle with temptation and enjoy too many cups of wine and anything else that was easily flowing around the property.
“I’ll tell you what,” M’ris dug through his pocket and pulled out a handful of marks and offered them to F’drel, his expression one that clearly said he’d better not argue and to accept the gift. “Enjoy yourself in my name tonight. Try new foods, get drunk, dance with someone good looking.” Speaking of good looking, it hadn’t escaped M’ris’ notice that the young greenrider was just that. He actually reminded him a bit of K’tir and M’ris mentally chided himself for even trying to consider a quiet fling with F’drel. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust a greenrider to keep secret he was sleeping with the Weyrleader, but since having a child with Ameris, M’ris had tried to put a stop to his wandering eye and secret hook ups with the brownrider. He wasn’t sure how Ameris would react to knowing her bronzerider Weyrleader and sort of mate – they had never really discussed the term – was sometimes turned on by men as well.
“Don’t make me ask you to give me a full report of your time here tomorrow morning, greenrider,” M’ris threatened, holding the stern expression for all of three seconds before breaking into a grin and a laugh. “Truly though, have fun. That’s what these damn things are for after all! Feel free to find me later if you need a break from the wild times or need more marks.” He didn’t know much about F’drel’s life before the Weyr, but he knew this was the man’s first Gather as a dragonrider and he wanted to make sure it was a memorable one.
