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30.Jul.20, 01:56 AM
It was odd living in Telgar again. He'd always thought Ista would be his permanent home after moving there for the constant warm days with his friends. But then Cazan Impressed in Fort--not that he ever thought she would have stayed forever in Ista Weyr--and N'mor moved to Benden, and of course, Syrendryth found his mate in Telgar. It seemed a simple and peaceful life wasn't meant for him no matter how hard he tried.
It wasn't that he didn't like Mulrissa and Bedith--he found them both lovely. But he didn't feel the same way about Mulrissa as his dragon felt about hers. He had quietly been hoping that Syrendryth would take a shining to Malvayth, not that T'ryn knew what his relationship with Cazan was and if it would develop into anything more than 'mouth friends'.
He found it almost comical how he had a reason to move to every Weyr and at night when he thought about those people and reasons, T'ryn started to feel like he was being pulled in four directions. But in the end he knew there was only one choice. He couldn't deny Syrendryth his happiness so moving to Telgar was the only choice.
It wasn't like he was in isolation either. Visits still took place to everyone important to him but T'ryn made sure they stayed home regularly as well so the dragons could spend time together, especially since Bedith was sandbound.
Syrendryth was down with his lady when the knock came and T'ryn frowned, not expecting company and hoping it wasn't R'nd or B'jin there to tease him again. That was a definite downside to living in Telgar and he felt like his cheeks were constantly on fire around the greenrider.
He glanced at what he was wearing and decided it was acceptable in case it was some important visitor. Mulrissa was the Weyrwoman now and while T'ryn had dodged the Weyrleader job, their dragons were mated and that often left him feeling like he was both intruding and being made to be a part of the politics he wanted nothing to do with.
Heaving a sigh and hoping for a friend at the door, T'ryn was relieved to find Casa and smiled at her. "Hey! They actually let you leave Ista sometimes?" He asked and waved her inside. He often felt bad for the goldriders but especially the Weyrwoman. They didn't seem to have quite as much freedom as everyone else since they were the only way the dragon population could continue and everyone became protective of them.
"Would you like a drink? How have you been?" Despite his many visits to Ista, Casa always seemed busy with her new job but T'ryn didn't hold it against her. He knew his friend could take things seriously when she wanted to and he didn't expect anything less from her and didn't mind the quick greetings as they passed each other. But now that she came for a visit, T'ryn was excited to catch up and check in on her.
It wasn't that he didn't like Mulrissa and Bedith--he found them both lovely. But he didn't feel the same way about Mulrissa as his dragon felt about hers. He had quietly been hoping that Syrendryth would take a shining to Malvayth, not that T'ryn knew what his relationship with Cazan was and if it would develop into anything more than 'mouth friends'.
He found it almost comical how he had a reason to move to every Weyr and at night when he thought about those people and reasons, T'ryn started to feel like he was being pulled in four directions. But in the end he knew there was only one choice. He couldn't deny Syrendryth his happiness so moving to Telgar was the only choice.
It wasn't like he was in isolation either. Visits still took place to everyone important to him but T'ryn made sure they stayed home regularly as well so the dragons could spend time together, especially since Bedith was sandbound.
Syrendryth was down with his lady when the knock came and T'ryn frowned, not expecting company and hoping it wasn't R'nd or B'jin there to tease him again. That was a definite downside to living in Telgar and he felt like his cheeks were constantly on fire around the greenrider.
He glanced at what he was wearing and decided it was acceptable in case it was some important visitor. Mulrissa was the Weyrwoman now and while T'ryn had dodged the Weyrleader job, their dragons were mated and that often left him feeling like he was both intruding and being made to be a part of the politics he wanted nothing to do with.
Heaving a sigh and hoping for a friend at the door, T'ryn was relieved to find Casa and smiled at her. "Hey! They actually let you leave Ista sometimes?" He asked and waved her inside. He often felt bad for the goldriders but especially the Weyrwoman. They didn't seem to have quite as much freedom as everyone else since they were the only way the dragon population could continue and everyone became protective of them.
"Would you like a drink? How have you been?" Despite his many visits to Ista, Casa always seemed busy with her new job but T'ryn didn't hold it against her. He knew his friend could take things seriously when she wanted to and he didn't expect anything less from her and didn't mind the quick greetings as they passed each other. But now that she came for a visit, T'ryn was excited to catch up and check in on her.
