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18.Apr.18, 04:38 PM
At the Hold, a visitor did not sit unless invited to do so by his host. Perhaps the Weyr did not observe that custom, but in any case, Therion remained standing. In truth, he probably would have refused a chair if offered one. He had just taken a leisurely ride on a dragon and he was perfectly content to remain on his feet. Not to mention that most chairs were not fashioned with unusually tall people in mind and the only way he could be comfortable in them was to sprawl his long leather-clad legs out in front of him, which took up quite a bit of space and looked more casual than professional.
R'nya's arched eyebrow indicated that he had not known of Therion's wedding plans, which wasn't really surprising. If N'rik had told anyone, it was probably only his closest friends, and in all likelihood, he had kept his sister's betrothal to himself, knowing that it was not his news to share. Although Therion was aware that dragons could speak to each other, he wasn't certain if they were prone to gossip or if they disregarded anything that did not concern themselves and their riders. They probably didn't even know what marriage was. In his understanding, dragonriders were rarely monogamous.
The Weyrleader's polite response was much the same as Therion's would have been if he had been invited to a hatching. As a boy, hatchings had been exciting; now they didn't hold that much appeal for him. They were much the same as weddings. In both, people were bonded to their life partners, either a dragon or another human being. The main difference was that if a dragon or rider died, the other followed soon after except in rare circumstances when the rider lived on.
There was a time when Therion had wished the same applied to husbands and wives. For several years after Alstrina's unfortunate and premature demise, he wished that he could have perished with her. Life had seemed so empty without her. Yet he'd had two children and a Hold to think of. Now he had a second chance at happiness, an opportunity that he had thought would never come. Perhaps he would finally have an heir to raise to succeed him. He loved his daughters deeply, but he had always longed for a son.
“Excellent!” His smile broadened, and his deep voice was sincere. In his opinion, it was time that Hold and Weyr got to know each other, and what better way to accomplish that than a celebration? He doubted many dragonriders would attend the actual wedding, but they would be welcome if they chose to do so.
When R'nya asked about the other matter he wished to discuss, Therion didn't hesitate. “I'm marrying the youngest daughter of Southern Boll. In fact, her brother is one of your dragonriders. To welcome Kaylira to her new home, I would like to give her a firelizard. She's already fond of my Chanson, and he likes her as well. I've seen the wistful look in her eyes and I know she would love of her own.”
His eyes met the Weyrleader's. “Would you allow me to present her with a gold egg when you have one? I am willing to accept any conditions you set upon its ownership.”
R'nya's arched eyebrow indicated that he had not known of Therion's wedding plans, which wasn't really surprising. If N'rik had told anyone, it was probably only his closest friends, and in all likelihood, he had kept his sister's betrothal to himself, knowing that it was not his news to share. Although Therion was aware that dragons could speak to each other, he wasn't certain if they were prone to gossip or if they disregarded anything that did not concern themselves and their riders. They probably didn't even know what marriage was. In his understanding, dragonriders were rarely monogamous.
The Weyrleader's polite response was much the same as Therion's would have been if he had been invited to a hatching. As a boy, hatchings had been exciting; now they didn't hold that much appeal for him. They were much the same as weddings. In both, people were bonded to their life partners, either a dragon or another human being. The main difference was that if a dragon or rider died, the other followed soon after except in rare circumstances when the rider lived on.
There was a time when Therion had wished the same applied to husbands and wives. For several years after Alstrina's unfortunate and premature demise, he wished that he could have perished with her. Life had seemed so empty without her. Yet he'd had two children and a Hold to think of. Now he had a second chance at happiness, an opportunity that he had thought would never come. Perhaps he would finally have an heir to raise to succeed him. He loved his daughters deeply, but he had always longed for a son.
“Excellent!” His smile broadened, and his deep voice was sincere. In his opinion, it was time that Hold and Weyr got to know each other, and what better way to accomplish that than a celebration? He doubted many dragonriders would attend the actual wedding, but they would be welcome if they chose to do so.
When R'nya asked about the other matter he wished to discuss, Therion didn't hesitate. “I'm marrying the youngest daughter of Southern Boll. In fact, her brother is one of your dragonriders. To welcome Kaylira to her new home, I would like to give her a firelizard. She's already fond of my Chanson, and he likes her as well. I've seen the wistful look in her eyes and I know she would love of her own.”
His eyes met the Weyrleader's. “Would you allow me to present her with a gold egg when you have one? I am willing to accept any conditions you set upon its ownership.”
