06.Jun.18, 05:19 AM
It only took a moment for T’ryn to wake up, though it took longer for him to realize where he was. Mulrissa could see the mental journey from confusion to realization play out on his face, wondering if she had looked much the same. She didn’t know exactly what was going on in his blond head, but she hoped it wasn’t too bad. Embarrassment she could deal with, anger or true panic? No, Rissa was not as confident in her ability to handle those in a teenager she hardly knew. Met, sure, she was friends with his father — and didn’t that make the whole situation more interesting — but she hardly knew him. Noting T’ryn’s blush and downward glance, Rissa carefully leaned off the bed to grab a nearby sheet, placing it on the bed between them.
“Here,” She said, gesturing to the sheet, “If you want it.” She added, not wanting to force him to cover up if he didn’t want to; She just thought he’d appreciate the option. Though, thinking about it, maybe she should cover up to. That probably wasn’t helping him either. Mulrissa didn’t particularly mind being naked in front of people anymore, but if it might make T’ryn more comfortable, she was hardly against it. She leaned off the bed again, snagging one of her decorative blankets to wrap around her shoulders and cover some of the more important bits. Settling back onto the bed, she considered T’ryn for a moment. He didn’t seem likely to start doing anything anytime soon, so Rissa figured she would have to take the initiative if either of them wanted to continue with their daily lives instead of sitting interminably in her bed.
“How are you doing, T’ryn?” She asked softly, trying to make the question as neutral as possible. Mulrissa wasn’t judging him — she knew she would have been mortified if her maiden flight had happened when she was seventeen. Sure, she’d flight mothed some at that age, but as moth you had much more conscious choice over what you did and whether or not you did it. With a dragon, you were caught up in the whirlwind that was the dragon’s desires. Rissa had thought she understood what Flights were like, having seen them, participated in them for turns, but she had done so as an outsider. While bonded to a dragon it was a completely different experience, and she was a little unsteady herself. She was honestly surprised by how together she was being, though it may be in part because of how unsure T’ryn was, and her instinct to be the adult here. And perhaps Bedith’s contentment and self-assurance didn’t hurt either.
“Here,” She said, gesturing to the sheet, “If you want it.” She added, not wanting to force him to cover up if he didn’t want to; She just thought he’d appreciate the option. Though, thinking about it, maybe she should cover up to. That probably wasn’t helping him either. Mulrissa didn’t particularly mind being naked in front of people anymore, but if it might make T’ryn more comfortable, she was hardly against it. She leaned off the bed again, snagging one of her decorative blankets to wrap around her shoulders and cover some of the more important bits. Settling back onto the bed, she considered T’ryn for a moment. He didn’t seem likely to start doing anything anytime soon, so Rissa figured she would have to take the initiative if either of them wanted to continue with their daily lives instead of sitting interminably in her bed.
“How are you doing, T’ryn?” She asked softly, trying to make the question as neutral as possible. Mulrissa wasn’t judging him — she knew she would have been mortified if her maiden flight had happened when she was seventeen. Sure, she’d flight mothed some at that age, but as moth you had much more conscious choice over what you did and whether or not you did it. With a dragon, you were caught up in the whirlwind that was the dragon’s desires. Rissa had thought she understood what Flights were like, having seen them, participated in them for turns, but she had done so as an outsider. While bonded to a dragon it was a completely different experience, and she was a little unsteady herself. She was honestly surprised by how together she was being, though it may be in part because of how unsure T’ryn was, and her instinct to be the adult here. And perhaps Bedith’s contentment and self-assurance didn’t hurt either.