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02.Dec.18, 12:51 PM
T'ryn hated when Mylorah was right. She had been saying for months he needed to get out more and to either see old friends or make new ones; preferrably both. He was seeing people more regularly again but he still felt a bit lonely and sometimes even out of place with his more outgoing friends. Some of them were also being disgustingly lovey-dovey. He was happy for his friends --N'mor, especially-- but it also kind of hurt. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He wanted to be loved and to love someone but he was too afraid to have that at the same time. Besides, being alone wasn't all bad. He got a lot of reading done and his penmanship was so beautiful that a Harper scribe would weep in jealousy.
Still, he had some friends he hadn't seen for a while and some of them didn't have dragons to come visit him as easily as he could go to them. It was how he found himself in Fort. He had tried popping in on R'dal and R'dare but found they were both out; probably in Ista with his luck. They both had people they visited with regularly over there and would sometimes come see him if they had time. He kind of hated that he was sort of an after thought at this point. Like, 'oh hey, I still have an hour before my dinner plans back home, guess I'll see T'ryn.' He couldn't blame them; he had been horrible company for a while.
As Syrendryth landed in the Lower Bowl, T'ryn wondered where he should start looking for Madiquel. She was one of the friends without dragon access and while she had always been closer to Ayontay, she was still a part of their group of friends born and raised in Katila. He liked that her kindness radiated from her so brightly but she was also on the quieter side--unless she was ridiculously excited, then she may have been counted as the loudest amongst them. A quiet friend seemed nice right then. Someone he could sit with and casually chat without any pressure.
As he started to feel like he needed a flitter to help track down friends, Syrendryth told him to start in the obvious place--her home. T'ryn cringed involuntarily as he realised he was avoiding that idea so he wouldn't have to see Jajojin. The man was huge and intimidated T'ryn when he was a kid. Now, the man was crazy and T'ryn didn't want to be the one to trigger an outburst. Frowning, he left Syrendryth, knowing not to bring his dragon, a bronze dragon at that, any closer. He'd been told it's more about the dragons trying to speak to Jajojin than it was just seeing one, but he wasn't going to risk anything.
Breath held, he knocked when he reached the right door. Of course Jajojin answered. It took a little effort to shove away the fear and manage a small smile in greeting. "Evening, sir. I hope I'm not disturbing you. I wondered if Madiquel was available for a visit." He sounded like he was seven again, asking a friend's parent if their kid could come out and play. The way Jajojin looked him up and down definitely completed the feeling and T'ryn was convinced he was actually seven and not seventeen.
Apparently he had passed some sort of test as he was told to wait there and he'd see if Madiquel was available. He knew the girl was home but T'ryn couldn't blame a dad for making sure his daughter actually wanted to see the boy at the door. He politely waited, staring at the door that had been closed in his face and wondered if they would spend time in her room, find somewhere else to hang out, or go for a walk. Given the choices, he liked the walk and then maybe sit with Syrendryth. Both options kept him away from Jajojin and his all-knowing stare.
Still, he had some friends he hadn't seen for a while and some of them didn't have dragons to come visit him as easily as he could go to them. It was how he found himself in Fort. He had tried popping in on R'dal and R'dare but found they were both out; probably in Ista with his luck. They both had people they visited with regularly over there and would sometimes come see him if they had time. He kind of hated that he was sort of an after thought at this point. Like, 'oh hey, I still have an hour before my dinner plans back home, guess I'll see T'ryn.' He couldn't blame them; he had been horrible company for a while.
As Syrendryth landed in the Lower Bowl, T'ryn wondered where he should start looking for Madiquel. She was one of the friends without dragon access and while she had always been closer to Ayontay, she was still a part of their group of friends born and raised in Katila. He liked that her kindness radiated from her so brightly but she was also on the quieter side--unless she was ridiculously excited, then she may have been counted as the loudest amongst them. A quiet friend seemed nice right then. Someone he could sit with and casually chat without any pressure.
As he started to feel like he needed a flitter to help track down friends, Syrendryth told him to start in the obvious place--her home. T'ryn cringed involuntarily as he realised he was avoiding that idea so he wouldn't have to see Jajojin. The man was huge and intimidated T'ryn when he was a kid. Now, the man was crazy and T'ryn didn't want to be the one to trigger an outburst. Frowning, he left Syrendryth, knowing not to bring his dragon, a bronze dragon at that, any closer. He'd been told it's more about the dragons trying to speak to Jajojin than it was just seeing one, but he wasn't going to risk anything.
Breath held, he knocked when he reached the right door. Of course Jajojin answered. It took a little effort to shove away the fear and manage a small smile in greeting. "Evening, sir. I hope I'm not disturbing you. I wondered if Madiquel was available for a visit." He sounded like he was seven again, asking a friend's parent if their kid could come out and play. The way Jajojin looked him up and down definitely completed the feeling and T'ryn was convinced he was actually seven and not seventeen.
Apparently he had passed some sort of test as he was told to wait there and he'd see if Madiquel was available. He knew the girl was home but T'ryn couldn't blame a dad for making sure his daughter actually wanted to see the boy at the door. He politely waited, staring at the door that had been closed in his face and wondered if they would spend time in her room, find somewhere else to hang out, or go for a walk. Given the choices, he liked the walk and then maybe sit with Syrendryth. Both options kept him away from Jajojin and his all-knowing stare.
