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01.Feb.20, 03:19 PM
Despite everything, T’ryn gave a genuine laugh and shook his head at Malvayth. “You don’t have to be sneaky for this meeting.” And good luck being sneaky for the next two months, he mentally added, knowing how closely watched the young weyrlings were. Personal space was definitely a long forgotten memory.
“I’ll let one of the Weyrlingmasters know I’ll return this evening to check in with you and see how you’re settling in and see what else I can help with.” He couldn’t stop blaming himself for the Impression. It didn’t matter that Katiryn was the one that had asked Cazan to attend the Hatching. He had been the one to bring Cazan and he had been the one that had been remiss in not explaining Hatchings better before they arrived. He could have warned such things could happen and maybe scare her away from attending.
Now he worried about her adjusting to the life she never wanted. Should he ask to transfer so he could be close by at all times in case he was needed? No, that was smothering and a bit obsessive—like creepy amounts of it. Visiting a few times a week to check in on his friend and help her with anything she might be struggling with wouldn’t be overstepping, right? He had a feeling the Weyrlingmasters wouldn’t mind given how the Impression played out and if they were careful, Malvayth wouldn’t mind him being around either. It wasn’t like they were in a serious relationship or really even fooled around that much. Actually, maybe that would be a problem if Malvayth was anything like Dyoricath and Cazan thought about anything too much.
Oh boy, he was in another weird mess.
“You two go join your class and I’ll go catch up to Nerreh and Cazelarias.” That was another headache he wasn’t looking forward to. Maybe Nerreh could lead on that one and he could hang back, taking notes, and figuring out all the logistics of each issue they had to tidy up.
“I’ll let one of the Weyrlingmasters know I’ll return this evening to check in with you and see how you’re settling in and see what else I can help with.” He couldn’t stop blaming himself for the Impression. It didn’t matter that Katiryn was the one that had asked Cazan to attend the Hatching. He had been the one to bring Cazan and he had been the one that had been remiss in not explaining Hatchings better before they arrived. He could have warned such things could happen and maybe scare her away from attending.
Now he worried about her adjusting to the life she never wanted. Should he ask to transfer so he could be close by at all times in case he was needed? No, that was smothering and a bit obsessive—like creepy amounts of it. Visiting a few times a week to check in on his friend and help her with anything she might be struggling with wouldn’t be overstepping, right? He had a feeling the Weyrlingmasters wouldn’t mind given how the Impression played out and if they were careful, Malvayth wouldn’t mind him being around either. It wasn’t like they were in a serious relationship or really even fooled around that much. Actually, maybe that would be a problem if Malvayth was anything like Dyoricath and Cazan thought about anything too much.
Oh boy, he was in another weird mess.
“You two go join your class and I’ll go catch up to Nerreh and Cazelarias.” That was another headache he wasn’t looking forward to. Maybe Nerreh could lead on that one and he could hang back, taking notes, and figuring out all the logistics of each issue they had to tidy up.
