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28.Apr.20, 02:38 AM
Hearing that Cazelarias didn't have many friends or the army of girlfriends Cazan had always implied he had made T'ryn both like the man a bit more and feel a bit bad for wanting to sic Mylorah and Katiryn on him even more. Both girls could be pretty intense for someone that wasn't used to such straightforward personalities and flirting--assuming he noticed. The situation reminded him that he wasn't exactly the most observant himself as Casa had explained to him not too long ago. She gave him an actual list of names of girls that wanted his attention and kept bothering her for tips since they had dated a lifetime ago. He was still pretending that list didn't exist.
"Books? That I can help with," T'ryn promised, thinking on both a place he could find some for purchase and how to get some from their home library. He was used to tuning out Syrendryth's snide remarks and sometimes succeeded with weyrlings, so he missed the conversation between the girls until he heard his name and tuned back in and wished he hadn't.
He couldn't regret going to Cazan that first time to commission some items but agreeing to freebie pants would plague him for the rest of his life, of that he was certain. He loved the pants with how they felt and the perfect shade of dark red but his cheeks often started to warm with a blush at remembering the reactions to some people while he wore them. And now he had a baby dragon with a loud voice talking about making stories about pants. He could only imagine what Malvayth would come up with based on any memories Cazan had too close to the surface.
"Pants are an important detail..." he began, unsure of where to go with that and how to sway the dragonet away from the topic when Mylorah spoke up. She promised to send cookies with T'ryn for his birthday visit but then frowned as she pointed out the assistant headed their way. It seemed their time was coming to a close.
He always hated when he had to leave. Cazan often looked somewhere between frazzled and terrified which increased his guilt over his part in the Impression and not always being there to help. Not that he would always be there even if they lived in the same Weyr, unless he wanted to be a Weyrlingmaster or assistant.
"This was a fun visit and you did a lot better with the Quiet Game, Malvayth. I promise to visit again soon." He took Cazan's hand and gave it a light squeeze of silent encouragement. He believed in her and knew she could keep handling the disruption in her life.
"Books? That I can help with," T'ryn promised, thinking on both a place he could find some for purchase and how to get some from their home library. He was used to tuning out Syrendryth's snide remarks and sometimes succeeded with weyrlings, so he missed the conversation between the girls until he heard his name and tuned back in and wished he hadn't.
He couldn't regret going to Cazan that first time to commission some items but agreeing to freebie pants would plague him for the rest of his life, of that he was certain. He loved the pants with how they felt and the perfect shade of dark red but his cheeks often started to warm with a blush at remembering the reactions to some people while he wore them. And now he had a baby dragon with a loud voice talking about making stories about pants. He could only imagine what Malvayth would come up with based on any memories Cazan had too close to the surface.
"Pants are an important detail..." he began, unsure of where to go with that and how to sway the dragonet away from the topic when Mylorah spoke up. She promised to send cookies with T'ryn for his birthday visit but then frowned as she pointed out the assistant headed their way. It seemed their time was coming to a close.
He always hated when he had to leave. Cazan often looked somewhere between frazzled and terrified which increased his guilt over his part in the Impression and not always being there to help. Not that he would always be there even if they lived in the same Weyr, unless he wanted to be a Weyrlingmaster or assistant.
"This was a fun visit and you did a lot better with the Quiet Game, Malvayth. I promise to visit again soon." He took Cazan's hand and gave it a light squeeze of silent encouragement. He believed in her and knew she could keep handling the disruption in her life.
