30.Nov.20, 05:42 AM
Gangleri wasn't the first man to come to her about his woes and he wouldn't be the last. One part of being a tavern maid seemed to be listening without too much judgement and sometimes offering vague advice. This time, since he was a friend, she wondered how much vagueness or actual advice he wanted. Since he hadn't offered up all of the details, it seemed vague was a good place to start.
"I suppose it depends on if this was a one time thing or if you want it to be a regular encounter when you're in the area." She wished she had more information to help guide him but perhaps not knowing was better. She couldn't be biased or look down on him. Not that she would. She was, after all, still having an affair with a mated Weyrleader after five or so years.
"And what does that person want? Are they looking for something more than you want to give or are they fine with a night together as you leave again in the morning?" Quilriana swapped their mugs around when Gangleri didn't have a hold on his. She had hardly touched her own and his was getting low and he seemed to need the drink more.
After a moment's hesitation, she placed her hand atop his and her voice softened. "Don't feel guilty for moving on, Gangleri. Happiness doesn't die with them, just takes a break for a while. But ask yourself why you think you should feel guilty. A lot of marriages, my own to my late husband included, are arranged and might not have a true spark of pleasure in them. If you're finding better sex and connections outside of what you had with her, that's okay. I promise."
"I suppose it depends on if this was a one time thing or if you want it to be a regular encounter when you're in the area." She wished she had more information to help guide him but perhaps not knowing was better. She couldn't be biased or look down on him. Not that she would. She was, after all, still having an affair with a mated Weyrleader after five or so years.
"And what does that person want? Are they looking for something more than you want to give or are they fine with a night together as you leave again in the morning?" Quilriana swapped their mugs around when Gangleri didn't have a hold on his. She had hardly touched her own and his was getting low and he seemed to need the drink more.
After a moment's hesitation, she placed her hand atop his and her voice softened. "Don't feel guilty for moving on, Gangleri. Happiness doesn't die with them, just takes a break for a while. But ask yourself why you think you should feel guilty. A lot of marriages, my own to my late husband included, are arranged and might not have a true spark of pleasure in them. If you're finding better sex and connections outside of what you had with her, that's okay. I promise."