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10.Sep.18, 01:40 AM
Maybe he could excuse himself now that they seemed content to talk among themselves about their kids and those of other people. He didn't need to be in on this gossiping, did he? T'ryn didn't think so and once he got through his mouthful of the bread he kept stuffing in, he'd make a break for it.
Or not.
He choked as he swallowed right as Mulrissa turned her sights back onto him. With a little pat to his chest to clear the congestion, T'ryn finally nodded in answer. It'd be rude not to participate in the conversation now that he had been fully pulled into it but that just meant he'd have to find a new way out. Whether his traitorous dragon was a part of that or not didn't matter anymore. He had legs, he could at least outrun Indivara while she was in waddle mode and possibly Mulrissa, though she was a mother and they were trained to run fast after their brats.
"I have a few friends that will likely Stand." He wondered if calling them that was stretching things, especially given how he had taken to hiding the last few months. He had never meant to come across as a snob that only hung around with bronzeriders but since he used to be attached to N'mor's hip, it probably seemed that way to many. He also had his small group of friends from Katila that had all Impressed in recent years so it probably also seemed he liked to spend time with dragonriders and not lowly Candidates, which wasn't true either. He just wasn't always the most outgoing of people, though he should try to be if he wanted to be a respected and loved Wingleader, but he did spend some time with Misharan and Kordiavis thanks to Mylorah dragging him along on tame play dates.
"My si--...sewing-inept friend will probably come as well since there's a gold," oh Faranth, save him from himself. Mylorah had a habit of telling friends who her brothers were and if they were clever enough, they'd realise she was the daughter of R'nd but the bluerider didn't know about her and she didn't seem to care that he didn't. To almost point out to the women surrounding him that he had a sister old enough to Stand --A'tay's little sister, Wynera, was only ten after all -- would lead to questions he didn't want to answer and he had a feeling Mylorah's wrath would be legendary. The girl never seemed to truly get angry but his luck would have her finally exploding at him. At least A'tay wasn't mad R'nd found out about him because T'ryn hadn't cleaned up the family tree he had been working on.
This time a chunk of cheese was shoved into his mouth.
Or not.
He choked as he swallowed right as Mulrissa turned her sights back onto him. With a little pat to his chest to clear the congestion, T'ryn finally nodded in answer. It'd be rude not to participate in the conversation now that he had been fully pulled into it but that just meant he'd have to find a new way out. Whether his traitorous dragon was a part of that or not didn't matter anymore. He had legs, he could at least outrun Indivara while she was in waddle mode and possibly Mulrissa, though she was a mother and they were trained to run fast after their brats.
"I have a few friends that will likely Stand." He wondered if calling them that was stretching things, especially given how he had taken to hiding the last few months. He had never meant to come across as a snob that only hung around with bronzeriders but since he used to be attached to N'mor's hip, it probably seemed that way to many. He also had his small group of friends from Katila that had all Impressed in recent years so it probably also seemed he liked to spend time with dragonriders and not lowly Candidates, which wasn't true either. He just wasn't always the most outgoing of people, though he should try to be if he wanted to be a respected and loved Wingleader, but he did spend some time with Misharan and Kordiavis thanks to Mylorah dragging him along on tame play dates.
"My si--...sewing-inept friend will probably come as well since there's a gold," oh Faranth, save him from himself. Mylorah had a habit of telling friends who her brothers were and if they were clever enough, they'd realise she was the daughter of R'nd but the bluerider didn't know about her and she didn't seem to care that he didn't. To almost point out to the women surrounding him that he had a sister old enough to Stand --A'tay's little sister, Wynera, was only ten after all -- would lead to questions he didn't want to answer and he had a feeling Mylorah's wrath would be legendary. The girl never seemed to truly get angry but his luck would have her finally exploding at him. At least A'tay wasn't mad R'nd found out about him because T'ryn hadn't cleaned up the family tree he had been working on.
This time a chunk of cheese was shoved into his mouth.
