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10.Jun.18, 11:46 PM
So far Mulrissa had managed to avoid public areas since Bedith’s Flight. She wasn’t particularly embarrassed, though the knowing looks were sure to be there and get annoying quite quickly. At this point Rissa had decided she’d rather get a proper meal and risk the looks. She was quite hungry by then, even having eaten a light breakfast when she stopped by her sister to pick up Ginorra and let her daughter know it was safe to return to their weyr. Ginorra had been a bit hesitant, which Rissa understood, but had returned home readily enough and seemed relieved that nothing looked different. Mulrissa had neatened the place up after waking late in the morning, even replacing the bedsheets.
However, Vinorra had only had fruit in her rooms, which was not super filling after the, ah, exertions of a dragon Flight, and Mulrissa knew going to the dining room was her best bet at real food. Asking someone to bring her something to eat seemed — cowardly? More likely to start rumors? Something like that, so Rissa was determined to get her own food. She was also planning on eating to avoid her feelings, which was easier when you could refill your plate by only crossing the room.
The main feeling she wanted to avoid, so of course she kept dwelling on it, had occurred to her when she took Ginorra home; she hadn’t had sex in turns, which meant she’d had no chance of becoming pregnant and the thought of carrying a child had barely crossed her mind in all that time. It had never been relevant, not with Bedith growing up and her own lack of interest in any of the people around her. Of course, now Bedith had flown, she’d slept with a man, and there was a chance she was pregnant and Bedith wasn’t allowed to take her between as a precaution. Mulrissa really hoped T’ryn would remember to offer her a ride. It was only polite, after all, and he really was a polite young man so Rissa felt like he would. When he wasn’t completely overwhelmed by his dragon entering a Flight for the first time, in any case. Bedith said Syrendryth was still at Telgar, though he was no longer a guest in their weyr, so Rissa figured T’ryn was still sleeping in somewhere in the Weyr. She’d slept in far later than she would on any other occasion, and T’ryn was a teenager; teenagers slept in absurdly late as a general rule, so sleeping extra late for him could easily mean waking up at dinnertime.
To her surprise, Mulrissa found she wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea of having another child — how far she had come from those first few months after the Landslide — but the teenage winner of Bedith’s maiden Flight was not really an ideal choice for fathering a child. Really not ideal, a point that was made even more clear when Mulrissa reached the dining hall and saw B’jin there, guitar with him. B’jin, who, as much as Rissa liked the man and considered him a friend, was T’ryn’s step-father of sorts. Rissa hesitated, unsure whether she wanted to announce her presence to him or not. There was no way he didn’t know who won Bedith’s Flight, and she was not convinced she was ready to have that conversation. She made her way over to the food tables, filling a plate with as much food as she could fit on it, and wondered where she should sit to have the least awkward conversation. Of course, there was no possibility of her being that lucky and it only took a few moments for B’jin to realize she was there.
However, Vinorra had only had fruit in her rooms, which was not super filling after the, ah, exertions of a dragon Flight, and Mulrissa knew going to the dining room was her best bet at real food. Asking someone to bring her something to eat seemed — cowardly? More likely to start rumors? Something like that, so Rissa was determined to get her own food. She was also planning on eating to avoid her feelings, which was easier when you could refill your plate by only crossing the room.
The main feeling she wanted to avoid, so of course she kept dwelling on it, had occurred to her when she took Ginorra home; she hadn’t had sex in turns, which meant she’d had no chance of becoming pregnant and the thought of carrying a child had barely crossed her mind in all that time. It had never been relevant, not with Bedith growing up and her own lack of interest in any of the people around her. Of course, now Bedith had flown, she’d slept with a man, and there was a chance she was pregnant and Bedith wasn’t allowed to take her between as a precaution. Mulrissa really hoped T’ryn would remember to offer her a ride. It was only polite, after all, and he really was a polite young man so Rissa felt like he would. When he wasn’t completely overwhelmed by his dragon entering a Flight for the first time, in any case. Bedith said Syrendryth was still at Telgar, though he was no longer a guest in their weyr, so Rissa figured T’ryn was still sleeping in somewhere in the Weyr. She’d slept in far later than she would on any other occasion, and T’ryn was a teenager; teenagers slept in absurdly late as a general rule, so sleeping extra late for him could easily mean waking up at dinnertime.
To her surprise, Mulrissa found she wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea of having another child — how far she had come from those first few months after the Landslide — but the teenage winner of Bedith’s maiden Flight was not really an ideal choice for fathering a child. Really not ideal, a point that was made even more clear when Mulrissa reached the dining hall and saw B’jin there, guitar with him. B’jin, who, as much as Rissa liked the man and considered him a friend, was T’ryn’s step-father of sorts. Rissa hesitated, unsure whether she wanted to announce her presence to him or not. There was no way he didn’t know who won Bedith’s Flight, and she was not convinced she was ready to have that conversation. She made her way over to the food tables, filling a plate with as much food as she could fit on it, and wondered where she should sit to have the least awkward conversation. Of course, there was no possibility of her being that lucky and it only took a few moments for B’jin to realize she was there.
