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24.Feb.19, 01:49 PM
R’nd had never been a heavy drinker, with the rare exception that typically revolved around mourning or celebrating far too hard at the rare Hatchings back in the days of Katila Weyr. He preferred to sip and enjoy his glass and for a while he wondered why it was when so many around him chugged it back. Then, he realised it was likely due to his age and circumstance for getting to Katila. He had been Searched at twelve and not long after, he was going into exile with his Searchrider, R’jit. Alcohol wasn’t exactly growing on trees—not much was, truth be told—so he never acquired a taste for it early in life and when Katila came around, wine was either poorly made or of a good quality that demanded respect. It took a while to grow accustomed to the taste and when he did find he enjoyed it, R’nd made sure it lasted and he savoured it.
Now, however, was not one of those times where he nursed a glass for an hour while B’jin worked his way through the rest of the bottle. That was probably something R’nd should be concerned about, but B’jin enjoyed it, didn’t hurt anyone, and it didn’t turn him into another man on either end of the mood spectrum—unless music was involved and then he was a happy and boisterous monster but R’nd loved that side as much as he did the rest.
A week had passed since his mother’s death and while that still didn’t seem real, it wasn’t even the reason for the way he uncharacteristically slouched in a chair in the weyr he shared with B’jin. He had mourned for the woman he loved and had always regretted leaving her for the promise of a dragon –his sister as well, but at least he still had Eridella around and didn’t want to think about when he lost her as well. He suspected there would be times he’d suddenly be caught up in emotions brought on by a smell or memory, and knew he’d need a moment alone to compose himself once more, but it wasn’t her loss that had him tossing back the shot of whiskey before refilling the glass with another splash of the harsh liquid—it was the secret she left behind.
Eridella had asked him to help her go through their mother’s belongings, picking out a few items for their kids and maybe even themselves, something R’nd had both dreaded and wanted to do as well. They were nearly done when Pendalier came by and all the disdain he seemed to always have for his little brother finally broke free now that their mom wasn’t there to see it. R’nd wouldn’t have cared if Pendalier had only called him names and pointed out flaws, but the bastard had to insult their mother’s good name by accusing her of cheating on their father and carrying another man’s child.
Instinct, the urge he always had when it came to defending family and friends, took over and R’nd soon found himself cradling his left hand as he stared down at his brother that he had just clocked. It was only thanks to Eridella being there that the punch didn’t turn into a full out beat down as she urged him to calm down and leave with her. Not that they had any other choice as Pendalier kicked them out, stating bastards had no place under his roof.
Eridella pleaded with him to forget what had happened and after a less than pleasant conversation and a stop at a vendor to buy the whiskey, an hour had passed and R’nd sat alone in the rapidly darkening weyr. He hadn’t put out glow stones or lit any candles, relying only on the daylight coming from the ledge to find his way around enough to grab the glass and make himself comfortable with his new bottled friend. He wasn’t even sure when B’jin would be home as the greenrider knew his plans for the day and had likely made his own family visits or got into mischief as only a Harper could. R’nd wasn’t even sure if he wanted his mate home yet or not, knowing he’d have to explain what happened and he hadn’t even come to terms with it himself.
Now, however, was not one of those times where he nursed a glass for an hour while B’jin worked his way through the rest of the bottle. That was probably something R’nd should be concerned about, but B’jin enjoyed it, didn’t hurt anyone, and it didn’t turn him into another man on either end of the mood spectrum—unless music was involved and then he was a happy and boisterous monster but R’nd loved that side as much as he did the rest.
A week had passed since his mother’s death and while that still didn’t seem real, it wasn’t even the reason for the way he uncharacteristically slouched in a chair in the weyr he shared with B’jin. He had mourned for the woman he loved and had always regretted leaving her for the promise of a dragon –his sister as well, but at least he still had Eridella around and didn’t want to think about when he lost her as well. He suspected there would be times he’d suddenly be caught up in emotions brought on by a smell or memory, and knew he’d need a moment alone to compose himself once more, but it wasn’t her loss that had him tossing back the shot of whiskey before refilling the glass with another splash of the harsh liquid—it was the secret she left behind.
Eridella had asked him to help her go through their mother’s belongings, picking out a few items for their kids and maybe even themselves, something R’nd had both dreaded and wanted to do as well. They were nearly done when Pendalier came by and all the disdain he seemed to always have for his little brother finally broke free now that their mom wasn’t there to see it. R’nd wouldn’t have cared if Pendalier had only called him names and pointed out flaws, but the bastard had to insult their mother’s good name by accusing her of cheating on their father and carrying another man’s child.
Instinct, the urge he always had when it came to defending family and friends, took over and R’nd soon found himself cradling his left hand as he stared down at his brother that he had just clocked. It was only thanks to Eridella being there that the punch didn’t turn into a full out beat down as she urged him to calm down and leave with her. Not that they had any other choice as Pendalier kicked them out, stating bastards had no place under his roof.
Eridella pleaded with him to forget what had happened and after a less than pleasant conversation and a stop at a vendor to buy the whiskey, an hour had passed and R’nd sat alone in the rapidly darkening weyr. He hadn’t put out glow stones or lit any candles, relying only on the daylight coming from the ledge to find his way around enough to grab the glass and make himself comfortable with his new bottled friend. He wasn’t even sure when B’jin would be home as the greenrider knew his plans for the day and had likely made his own family visits or got into mischief as only a Harper could. R’nd wasn’t even sure if he wanted his mate home yet or not, knowing he’d have to explain what happened and he hadn’t even come to terms with it himself.
