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14.Nov.20, 08:15 AM
T’ryn didn’t regret transferring to Telgar since it was for Syrendryth to be with his mate but he did miss having his siblings and friends within the same Weyr. He’d already grown accustomed to travelling to visit Cazan but it was still odd to be a visitor to Ista. But he did his best to spread his time out between his girlfriend, people in Ista, and Bedith—which was when he caught up on sleep and his own downtime. Today, however, was a social day as T’ryn and Syrendryth appeared above Ista Weyr.
They glided down, angling for A’tay’s weyr, figuring some brotherly bonding was in order. He hadn’t seen A’tay for a while and T’ryn had a bit of guilt for not crossing paths as much as they used to and wanted to see what the younger man had been up to the last few weeks. Setting down on the ledge, it became obvious that Xyxyth wasn’t home but that wasn’t too odd given how social the young dragon was and T’ryn hopped down, removed his riding gear, and invited himself in.
It was an unplanned visit but it seemed like his brother was home and cooking. He had no idea A’tay could cook—or maybe he couldn’t. It smelled like food but it didn’t seem like anything he’d had before and that intrigued T’ryn all the more as he wandered inside to see what it was or if A’tay had simply burnt the food.
“Hey, A’tay! Are you—” T’ryn froze when he saw a young woman in the kitchen. That most certainly wasn’t his brother. He looked around the room, suddenly afraid Syrendryth had pranked him and they landed on the ledge to a neighbour but no, he saw A’tay’s work area and the drawing B’jin had done for him hanging on the wall. So who was this and where was his brother? Another glance showed that A’tay wasn’t dashing out from the bedroom to greet him so he was clearly out with Xyxyth and trusted this woman enough to leave her alone in his home.
“Uh, hi. I’m T’ryn, A’tay’s brother,” which was probably obvious if she knew A’tay well enough given how much alike they looked but he was still trying to catch up on what he had walked in on—which meant manners were also slightly lacking as he blurted out, “and I have no idea who you are or if I’m interrupting anything.”
They glided down, angling for A’tay’s weyr, figuring some brotherly bonding was in order. He hadn’t seen A’tay for a while and T’ryn had a bit of guilt for not crossing paths as much as they used to and wanted to see what the younger man had been up to the last few weeks. Setting down on the ledge, it became obvious that Xyxyth wasn’t home but that wasn’t too odd given how social the young dragon was and T’ryn hopped down, removed his riding gear, and invited himself in.
It was an unplanned visit but it seemed like his brother was home and cooking. He had no idea A’tay could cook—or maybe he couldn’t. It smelled like food but it didn’t seem like anything he’d had before and that intrigued T’ryn all the more as he wandered inside to see what it was or if A’tay had simply burnt the food.
“Hey, A’tay! Are you—” T’ryn froze when he saw a young woman in the kitchen. That most certainly wasn’t his brother. He looked around the room, suddenly afraid Syrendryth had pranked him and they landed on the ledge to a neighbour but no, he saw A’tay’s work area and the drawing B’jin had done for him hanging on the wall. So who was this and where was his brother? Another glance showed that A’tay wasn’t dashing out from the bedroom to greet him so he was clearly out with Xyxyth and trusted this woman enough to leave her alone in his home.
“Uh, hi. I’m T’ryn, A’tay’s brother,” which was probably obvious if she knew A’tay well enough given how much alike they looked but he was still trying to catch up on what he had walked in on—which meant manners were also slightly lacking as he blurted out, “and I have no idea who you are or if I’m interrupting anything.”
