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13.Jan.21, 01:57 PM
Yfris shuddered at the thought of working hard and getting his hands dirty. Finding a way out of the wedding and then actually tossing it together was more than enough for him. He was definitely meant to be a man that delegated and he hoped he’d still find ways to do that when his new place in the crazy world came to light. As Cazan said, he was good at rubbing off on her and planting ideas and Yfris wanted to make sure he worked out the best ideas before giving voice to anything he’d end up hating.
“Kor’is, right. I should work on remembering that.” He couldn’t even say why he never recalled Kordiavis’ new name. He heard it often enough that it should have stuck but he just associated it as a nickname to the name he used. It was likely rather rude of him from what K’dar had explained during some of their talks about the Weyr, dragonriders, and myths versus facts. “He can’t be mad for much longer. It was an innocent mistake and he benefited greatly from it.” He knew from experience how enjoyable time in bed with Cazan was so their mutual acquaintance needed to stop holding grudges. Sure, it kind of messed around with his trust issues brought on by his mother, his upbringing, and that serving girl but he had to get over it and move on eventually.
His thoughts were quickly shifted when Cazan stole his mouth for a kiss. Perhaps there was too much talking happening—or at the very least, too much talking about someone else and he should focus again on them. “I’m always available for a good scandal. Having an innocent sleep in bed with a beautiful woman is very scandalous for me. T’ryn won’t know what to do with himself.” He had been on the fence since they kicked out their parents about which way he’d fall into bed and it seemed like sleeping was going to win.
Yfris cradled Sir in the nook of one arm and got to his feet and held out his hand to help Cazan get back up. “Come, wife. We’ve earned our rest this night.”
“Kor’is, right. I should work on remembering that.” He couldn’t even say why he never recalled Kordiavis’ new name. He heard it often enough that it should have stuck but he just associated it as a nickname to the name he used. It was likely rather rude of him from what K’dar had explained during some of their talks about the Weyr, dragonriders, and myths versus facts. “He can’t be mad for much longer. It was an innocent mistake and he benefited greatly from it.” He knew from experience how enjoyable time in bed with Cazan was so their mutual acquaintance needed to stop holding grudges. Sure, it kind of messed around with his trust issues brought on by his mother, his upbringing, and that serving girl but he had to get over it and move on eventually.
His thoughts were quickly shifted when Cazan stole his mouth for a kiss. Perhaps there was too much talking happening—or at the very least, too much talking about someone else and he should focus again on them. “I’m always available for a good scandal. Having an innocent sleep in bed with a beautiful woman is very scandalous for me. T’ryn won’t know what to do with himself.” He had been on the fence since they kicked out their parents about which way he’d fall into bed and it seemed like sleeping was going to win.
Yfris cradled Sir in the nook of one arm and got to his feet and held out his hand to help Cazan get back up. “Come, wife. We’ve earned our rest this night.”
