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08.Jan.21, 02:30 PM
He hated being proper and fancy. He was damn good at it but it could be a complete bore and drag on forever. Thankfully he managed to take control of his own wedding and make it as short as he possibly could with just the bare minimum of people. His parents still wanted to bring a good twenty people that they insisted were important and should be there but he’d held firm and counter-insisted that they were already being rude by having it at the Weyr and less was more in this case. But they had survived the day and a well-earned flop onto the couch was had.
Yfris popped the top two buttons on his shirt to further accentuate his need to be comfortable and shrug off the duties the day had made him pay attention to and then took a swig from one of the bottles of wine that had been opened for their families to cheer the marriage with. The only duty left was one that didn’t need any clothes and he gave his wife—Yfris barely refrained from snorting at the realisation he was actually married—an appraising look and figured they could laze a bit longer before they consummated their marriage.
“I am far more sober than I ever imagined I would be on my wedding day. Congratulations, Cazzy, I don’t find the idea of being married to you to be absolutely repulsive. And don’t worry about Malvayth. My mother adores her and I believe my sister will as well as soon as you can make your official visit. And everyone will be thrilled at the idea of you already giving me an heir.” Truthfully, he had originally been set to live at Misty Hold and assist his brother when he took over so having heirs of his own wasn’t really needed. Yfris suspected it had more to do with his mother loving the idea of having grandbabies to dote on.
He laughed as Cazan thought about the gifts and tried apologising for that as well. “Your mother is deviously brilliant with that move of gifting me a horse. It ensures I stop in regularly to ride and bring you and the kid along. I’m not at all surprised she found a way to keep bringing us—or you, really—back to Katz Field. They’ve also had about five months to start preparing any gifts if you want to get technical. This wedding was always going to happen—we just pushed the timeline up a bit.” He still couldn’t believe they had done that instead of making sure it never happened. He still had that letter for it! But instead he let his life become complicated while their parents forged ahead with whatever ties the Holds now had. That point reminded him that having a child really did matter as it would help strengthen that bond. What a pain.
He glanced at the jar and took another drink of wine with a shrug. “Not particularly but I suppose it could have its uses. Given how we’ll be a bit long distance for a while and I’ll need to be in touch with you more regularly or a sexy bronzerider or two to come get me… I’ll think on it. You know how I am with being responsible for someone else.” Yfris wasn’t sure he’d trust himself with bonding to a firelizard but they were fairly independent still from what he had observed. Maybe he could handle having one.
Yfris popped the top two buttons on his shirt to further accentuate his need to be comfortable and shrug off the duties the day had made him pay attention to and then took a swig from one of the bottles of wine that had been opened for their families to cheer the marriage with. The only duty left was one that didn’t need any clothes and he gave his wife—Yfris barely refrained from snorting at the realisation he was actually married—an appraising look and figured they could laze a bit longer before they consummated their marriage.
“I am far more sober than I ever imagined I would be on my wedding day. Congratulations, Cazzy, I don’t find the idea of being married to you to be absolutely repulsive. And don’t worry about Malvayth. My mother adores her and I believe my sister will as well as soon as you can make your official visit. And everyone will be thrilled at the idea of you already giving me an heir.” Truthfully, he had originally been set to live at Misty Hold and assist his brother when he took over so having heirs of his own wasn’t really needed. Yfris suspected it had more to do with his mother loving the idea of having grandbabies to dote on.
He laughed as Cazan thought about the gifts and tried apologising for that as well. “Your mother is deviously brilliant with that move of gifting me a horse. It ensures I stop in regularly to ride and bring you and the kid along. I’m not at all surprised she found a way to keep bringing us—or you, really—back to Katz Field. They’ve also had about five months to start preparing any gifts if you want to get technical. This wedding was always going to happen—we just pushed the timeline up a bit.” He still couldn’t believe they had done that instead of making sure it never happened. He still had that letter for it! But instead he let his life become complicated while their parents forged ahead with whatever ties the Holds now had. That point reminded him that having a child really did matter as it would help strengthen that bond. What a pain.
He glanced at the jar and took another drink of wine with a shrug. “Not particularly but I suppose it could have its uses. Given how we’ll be a bit long distance for a while and I’ll need to be in touch with you more regularly or a sexy bronzerider or two to come get me… I’ll think on it. You know how I am with being responsible for someone else.” Yfris wasn’t sure he’d trust himself with bonding to a firelizard but they were fairly independent still from what he had observed. Maybe he could handle having one.
