08.Jun.18, 05:45 PM
The momentary panic T’ryn showed at being invited to stay before realizing she meant in another bed amused Mulrissa. She was actually rather relieved by the reaction; She really didn’t want to deal with some teenager who felt they now had some sort of thing because their dragons had a fling. Not that she had worried about that with T’ryn, but the confirmation was still good.
“Probably a good idea,” Rissa said, nodding at him. “You’ll sleep better somewhere you know and feel comfortable.” And it would be easier on Mulrissa herself and make her more comfortable too, but she wasn’t going to say that bit out loud. She was definitely feeling as if she’d been the one flying as fast and as far as she could, and it had already been late in the first place, so being able to sleep in her own bed without having to worry about T’ryn would be nice. Rissa didn’t even have to worry about Ginorra until tomorrow morning at the earliest, and she would very much like to take advantage of having the weyr to herself and sleep as long as she could get away with.
Carefully paying attention to the pattern on the blanket wrapped around her and not at T’ryn so as to give him the semblance of privacy while he searched for his clothes, Mulrissa added “The water is still on offer, if you want it. And if you’re spending the night or a few more hours in Telgar, Syrendryth is welcome to stay until Bedith kicks him out, which is likely not until tomorrow morning if he’s well behaved.” Honestly, ‘well behaved’ mostly meant letting Bedith sleep and not trying to wake her up before the gold was good and ready to rouse for the day. Her dragon did love to sleep and got grouchy when kept from it. Mulrissa remembered how cranky Bedith had been after being forced to sit through Nadioth’s Hatching when she just wanted to sleep. She’d acted up for the next three days afterwards. Which, Rissa realized with the benefit of hindsight, might have been the first clue that Bedith was getting ready to Rise. Extra grumpiness about lost sleep. She carefully filed that hint away for future reference and continued pointedly averting her gaze and letting T’ryn dress without an audience.
“Probably a good idea,” Rissa said, nodding at him. “You’ll sleep better somewhere you know and feel comfortable.” And it would be easier on Mulrissa herself and make her more comfortable too, but she wasn’t going to say that bit out loud. She was definitely feeling as if she’d been the one flying as fast and as far as she could, and it had already been late in the first place, so being able to sleep in her own bed without having to worry about T’ryn would be nice. Rissa didn’t even have to worry about Ginorra until tomorrow morning at the earliest, and she would very much like to take advantage of having the weyr to herself and sleep as long as she could get away with.
Carefully paying attention to the pattern on the blanket wrapped around her and not at T’ryn so as to give him the semblance of privacy while he searched for his clothes, Mulrissa added “The water is still on offer, if you want it. And if you’re spending the night or a few more hours in Telgar, Syrendryth is welcome to stay until Bedith kicks him out, which is likely not until tomorrow morning if he’s well behaved.” Honestly, ‘well behaved’ mostly meant letting Bedith sleep and not trying to wake her up before the gold was good and ready to rouse for the day. Her dragon did love to sleep and got grouchy when kept from it. Mulrissa remembered how cranky Bedith had been after being forced to sit through Nadioth’s Hatching when she just wanted to sleep. She’d acted up for the next three days afterwards. Which, Rissa realized with the benefit of hindsight, might have been the first clue that Bedith was getting ready to Rise. Extra grumpiness about lost sleep. She carefully filed that hint away for future reference and continued pointedly averting her gaze and letting T’ryn dress without an audience.