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15.Nov.20, 03:07 AM
T’ryn tried to protest that he didn’t need more of the stew but Zelana didn’t seem the type to let something like that stop her. He took the bowl and gave it a dubious look, wondering how the rice would help his tongue and nodded at her statement about his age. “Weyrbrats can Stand when they turn twelve. That was the first Hatching a friend and I stood at as well. One of my sisters Impressed then as well and that friend is kind of like a brother since our dads are mated.” It seemed that clutch had a fondness for his family. T’ryn was glad for that, thankful as always for Syrendryth.
He studied Zelana a moment as if he was a Search dragon and could determine if the woman could be a goldrider or not. His brief interactions with her so far left him believing she was determined enough to go for that gold dragon but she could also easily sit atop a green or even a blue. He felt that way about Mylorah as well but in T’ryn’s opinion, that was a good thing. It gave the women more of a chance to Impress—though being a goldrider would be an easier life than a female on a fighter from what he had seen so far. But his studying of her face did remind him of something, “you were at the Telgar Hatching! I think I saw you near my sister Mylorah during some of it.” Bedith’s cluthes were on the larger size so the Sands were always full of Candidates but T’ryn always searched for his family and friends standing out there so he could try to keep an eye on them in case things went bad or even for the happier occasion of Impressing.
With a sigh, he knew he couldn’t get away with avoiding the food any longer and took a spoonful of rice with a bit of stew. It surprisingly was a lot easier to handle but he still found himself choking when the questions came, having been caught off guard by how direct and to the point they were. He coughed once more and took a long drink of juice before chuckling. “Stew is better with the rice but still goes down rough with questions. I am that brother, no girlfriends, and they haven’t entered any Flights.” Given the direction of the questions, T’ryn was starting to figure out why Zelly was hanging out in A’tay’s kitchen while he wasn’t home.
He studied Zelana a moment as if he was a Search dragon and could determine if the woman could be a goldrider or not. His brief interactions with her so far left him believing she was determined enough to go for that gold dragon but she could also easily sit atop a green or even a blue. He felt that way about Mylorah as well but in T’ryn’s opinion, that was a good thing. It gave the women more of a chance to Impress—though being a goldrider would be an easier life than a female on a fighter from what he had seen so far. But his studying of her face did remind him of something, “you were at the Telgar Hatching! I think I saw you near my sister Mylorah during some of it.” Bedith’s cluthes were on the larger size so the Sands were always full of Candidates but T’ryn always searched for his family and friends standing out there so he could try to keep an eye on them in case things went bad or even for the happier occasion of Impressing.
With a sigh, he knew he couldn’t get away with avoiding the food any longer and took a spoonful of rice with a bit of stew. It surprisingly was a lot easier to handle but he still found himself choking when the questions came, having been caught off guard by how direct and to the point they were. He coughed once more and took a long drink of juice before chuckling. “Stew is better with the rice but still goes down rough with questions. I am that brother, no girlfriends, and they haven’t entered any Flights.” Given the direction of the questions, T’ryn was starting to figure out why Zelly was hanging out in A’tay’s kitchen while he wasn’t home.
