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01.Mar.18, 12:28 PM
T’ryn laughed but blushed under the playful teasing. He was never the one who wanted to draw attention to himself, which was probably why he also didn’t want to aim for Weyrleader. Wingleader was more than enough rank and attention for him and it’d be easier for him to pass everything off to his Second if he ever wanted to escape from it for a short time. But to have it pointed out that he was a bronzerider and technically in line to inherit a Hold if about ten or so people suddenly died made it stand out all the more that he was kind of privileged in the eyes of both Weyrfolk and Holders. “I don’t think I’m that special. But maybe I should start sucking up to my lordling cousins for potential future diplomatic situations.”
That actually was something to consider. One day, he liked to think, there would be enough dragons to populate all of the Weyrs once more and Benden would need a leader. Maybe N’mor would get it and T’ryn knew he’d follow instantly given they were best friends and connected in so many ways he didn’t even think he could explain if someone asked. But he would have family connections that could help them out upon getting the Weyr set up and if they ever had a rough winter. It really was something to consider, though he vaguely wondered if that was also horrible of him to strengthen such bonds for such reasons. He’d have to ask some of the older and wiser riders about it. The ex-riders would know given some of them used to be Weyrleaders.
At Casa’s excitement to see his extended homes, T’ryn let go of some of his thoughts and worries and smiled brightly. “Awesome! I’ll let you know the next time I’m invited and allowed to bring someone. I can’t wait to show you some of the cool spots I found near my uncle’s. One overlooks the ocean and you can watch the sunset over it! Another one overlooks the Hold and you can watch everyone go about their business. It’s like peeking into their lives without them adjusting to your presence and acting differently.” People-watching was a great activity though he wondered if it would actually be something Casa would like, but with two of them hanging out on the ledges no one else could reach without a dragon, he was certain they’d still have fun talking or maybe stealing a nap in the sun.
“Oh! One sec,” he had been so worried about her when they first landed and then caught up in talking, that T’ryn forgot he had actually brought provisions for his morning adventure. He doubted Casa would have had time to pack like he did given she had more reason to leave as quickly as possible and decided if they were going to hang out together until it seemed safe enough to go home, then he could share. After retrieving his bag from Syrendryth, T’ryn pulled out a skein of water, a couple of apples, and a few pieces of bread leftover from the previous night. It wasn’t much but he hadn’t been planning to feed an army. “It’s just water and the food is nothing all that fancy, but help yourself if you’re hungry. I figure we should wait two, maybe three hours for the Flight to end and everything to settle down again.”
That actually was something to consider. One day, he liked to think, there would be enough dragons to populate all of the Weyrs once more and Benden would need a leader. Maybe N’mor would get it and T’ryn knew he’d follow instantly given they were best friends and connected in so many ways he didn’t even think he could explain if someone asked. But he would have family connections that could help them out upon getting the Weyr set up and if they ever had a rough winter. It really was something to consider, though he vaguely wondered if that was also horrible of him to strengthen such bonds for such reasons. He’d have to ask some of the older and wiser riders about it. The ex-riders would know given some of them used to be Weyrleaders.
At Casa’s excitement to see his extended homes, T’ryn let go of some of his thoughts and worries and smiled brightly. “Awesome! I’ll let you know the next time I’m invited and allowed to bring someone. I can’t wait to show you some of the cool spots I found near my uncle’s. One overlooks the ocean and you can watch the sunset over it! Another one overlooks the Hold and you can watch everyone go about their business. It’s like peeking into their lives without them adjusting to your presence and acting differently.” People-watching was a great activity though he wondered if it would actually be something Casa would like, but with two of them hanging out on the ledges no one else could reach without a dragon, he was certain they’d still have fun talking or maybe stealing a nap in the sun.
“Oh! One sec,” he had been so worried about her when they first landed and then caught up in talking, that T’ryn forgot he had actually brought provisions for his morning adventure. He doubted Casa would have had time to pack like he did given she had more reason to leave as quickly as possible and decided if they were going to hang out together until it seemed safe enough to go home, then he could share. After retrieving his bag from Syrendryth, T’ryn pulled out a skein of water, a couple of apples, and a few pieces of bread leftover from the previous night. It wasn’t much but he hadn’t been planning to feed an army. “It’s just water and the food is nothing all that fancy, but help yourself if you’re hungry. I figure we should wait two, maybe three hours for the Flight to end and everything to settle down again.”
