23.Dec.17, 06:01 PM
M’ris contemplated looking into F’drel’s life before Ista Weyr. The young man seemed so out of his element at the gather and now it looked like he didn’t know what to do with the marks. He was willing to be the idea of dancing was throwing him off as well; it was always the dancing. M’ris wasn’t usually a fan of it either unless he had far too many drinks or the right person asked him in the right setting. “They were only suggestions. Do whatever it is that interests you and enjoy yourself. If you overthink it too much, you’ll end up missing most of it.”
M’ris scanned the small clusters of people near them, looking to see if anyone was taking too much of an interest in their conversation. He knew how gossip was a preferred pastime of dragonriders and wouldn’t be surprised if someone was already whispering in another’s ear about his interest in the greenrider. Deciding he didn’t want to hurt the man’s chances at fitting in and being ‘one of the boys’ and not a brown nosed little slime like J’ver, M’ris took a step back with a smile, ready to part ways. Besides, he’d probably stressed the man out enough to last the rest of the turn. “I’ll leave you to that fun before I ruin your reputation by lingering too long. No one wants to be seen with an old guy and the Weyrleader to boot!” He laughed, knowing the ‘brats at least would see him as an old man though he wasn’t even fifty yet and didn’t look at all his age.
M’ris scanned the small clusters of people near them, looking to see if anyone was taking too much of an interest in their conversation. He knew how gossip was a preferred pastime of dragonriders and wouldn’t be surprised if someone was already whispering in another’s ear about his interest in the greenrider. Deciding he didn’t want to hurt the man’s chances at fitting in and being ‘one of the boys’ and not a brown nosed little slime like J’ver, M’ris took a step back with a smile, ready to part ways. Besides, he’d probably stressed the man out enough to last the rest of the turn. “I’ll leave you to that fun before I ruin your reputation by lingering too long. No one wants to be seen with an old guy and the Weyrleader to boot!” He laughed, knowing the ‘brats at least would see him as an old man though he wasn’t even fifty yet and didn’t look at all his age.