09.Jun.18, 04:01 AM
T’ryn was having a heck of a time trying to get his pants on. It seemed balance was not a friend of his that night as he hopped around on one foot trying to get the other to cooperate and find the other leg of his pants. When he finally succeeded, he glanced to the bed and saw Mulrissa was carefully studying the blanket and smiled. She really was a cool lady and he supposed if he had to win a Flight that wasn’t Casa’s, he was glad it was hers. She’d been nothing but kind to him and didn’t make any of it awkward, which was definitely appreciated. “No, thank you. You don’t have to trouble yourself over me.” Maybe ‘motherly’ was the right term for Mulrissa after all, though it was still weird to use given what they had just done.
He found his shirt next, tossed it on, and then considered his boots. Given the struggle with his pants, T’ryn decided he’d rather walk barefoot through the halls until he reached whatever his destination would be. So he picked them up and shuffled toward the door. He paused, feeling guilty for just leaving and turned back to face Mulrissa, dutifully keeping his gaze on her face, despite the blanket that he assumed covered everything – he wasn’t going to risk a look! “Thank you, Mulrissa. This hasn’t been as awkward as I always worried it would be,” he managed a smile as a bit of playfulness returned. He had seen the state of riders after Flights and heard stories of what could come after waking back up to themselves so naturally an active imagination had created so many scary scenarios and T’ryn was relieved, for once, to find he had been wrong.
“And you can keep Syrendryth as long as you want. I might have some quiet tonight with him happy and distracted,” quiet sounded amazing as he worked his way out of the lingering haze of lust and sorted out everything he was confused over. Listening to his dragon compare Bedith and Thallyath all night and pointing out which gold pair he found to be better for them was not something T’ryn wanted to do and hoped his dragon stayed with Bedith until morning.
A combination of spending too much time at his aunt’s Hold around lords and ladies as well as wanting to show Mulrissa he respected her had T’ryn giving the goldrider a small bow. It wasn’t very deep and it lacked any flourish he had seen some men do but he felt it conveyed what he wanted before he gave a verbal good bye and left the bedroom and eventually the weyr.
Once in the hall, he heaved a sigh of relief. Syrendryth’s lingering lust and contentment was actually starting to bother him the more he started to get over his internal struggle of emotions and fears. He hadn’t wanted to make an accidental advancement on Mulrissa and was happy to have doors between them. Now he just had to figure out where he wanted to sleep and who would tease him the least about the Flight.
He found his shirt next, tossed it on, and then considered his boots. Given the struggle with his pants, T’ryn decided he’d rather walk barefoot through the halls until he reached whatever his destination would be. So he picked them up and shuffled toward the door. He paused, feeling guilty for just leaving and turned back to face Mulrissa, dutifully keeping his gaze on her face, despite the blanket that he assumed covered everything – he wasn’t going to risk a look! “Thank you, Mulrissa. This hasn’t been as awkward as I always worried it would be,” he managed a smile as a bit of playfulness returned. He had seen the state of riders after Flights and heard stories of what could come after waking back up to themselves so naturally an active imagination had created so many scary scenarios and T’ryn was relieved, for once, to find he had been wrong.
“And you can keep Syrendryth as long as you want. I might have some quiet tonight with him happy and distracted,” quiet sounded amazing as he worked his way out of the lingering haze of lust and sorted out everything he was confused over. Listening to his dragon compare Bedith and Thallyath all night and pointing out which gold pair he found to be better for them was not something T’ryn wanted to do and hoped his dragon stayed with Bedith until morning.
A combination of spending too much time at his aunt’s Hold around lords and ladies as well as wanting to show Mulrissa he respected her had T’ryn giving the goldrider a small bow. It wasn’t very deep and it lacked any flourish he had seen some men do but he felt it conveyed what he wanted before he gave a verbal good bye and left the bedroom and eventually the weyr.
Once in the hall, he heaved a sigh of relief. Syrendryth’s lingering lust and contentment was actually starting to bother him the more he started to get over his internal struggle of emotions and fears. He hadn’t wanted to make an accidental advancement on Mulrissa and was happy to have doors between them. Now he just had to figure out where he wanted to sleep and who would tease him the least about the Flight.