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07.Jun.21, 10:51 PM
M’ris didn’t want to get up. It didn’t matter that he had fallen asleep on the couch and he was uncomfortable and would have a stiff neck if he tried moving. He had failed to keep kids safe while they were in his Weyr. One of those young ladies was the daughter of a friend. A friend that he had to do the courtesy of telling him in person, not with a letter or through another person. K’tir had taken the news as expected and a week later M’ris’ heart was still breaking for the man. He had lost his vision and now his only daughter. Mosiath insisted Ghaeth was strong and would help K’tir but M’ris still wished his friend didn’t have to cope with the loss he himself was still dealing with.
Eventually he dragged his ass from the couch and went to splash some cold water on his face to help wake and sober him up. He was still drinking but less so if only because the death of the Candidates had shaken him enough to focus on the issue at hand again. His eldest son was also now in the Weyr along with his not-mate F’drel. One of F’drel’s sisters had been poisoned but survived—something to be thankful for. He couldn’t face R’dal if yet another one of his friends had died. He had been close to Katiryn as well.
Despite drinking less, he really wanted to pour himself another glass right then. Too much was piling on him and the pain was resurfacing. But Mosiath’s insistence that they needed to be at the Hatching not only as the Weyrleader but as it was their clutch had him resisting the call. For now. He had to be there for Ameris and for his people who deserved a better leader.
When he made it to the Sands, M’ris stayed off to the side, standing with Mosiath. He didn’t want to interrupt any rituals Ameris and Mizeath had but he gave a smile when his mate did look his way. Despite everything, it was still a good turnout of Candidates, though the number of girls had thinned. He would have to stop by the infirmary later on and see how the ones still there were doing.
The sight of the bronze as the first to break shell shocked him and he chuckled when he felt Mosiath’s pride. They needed that bit of luck, even if it came in a feisty bundle. He patted his dragon’s leg before going over to Ameris to kiss her forehead and murmur praise to their dragons.
Eventually he dragged his ass from the couch and went to splash some cold water on his face to help wake and sober him up. He was still drinking but less so if only because the death of the Candidates had shaken him enough to focus on the issue at hand again. His eldest son was also now in the Weyr along with his not-mate F’drel. One of F’drel’s sisters had been poisoned but survived—something to be thankful for. He couldn’t face R’dal if yet another one of his friends had died. He had been close to Katiryn as well.
Despite drinking less, he really wanted to pour himself another glass right then. Too much was piling on him and the pain was resurfacing. But Mosiath’s insistence that they needed to be at the Hatching not only as the Weyrleader but as it was their clutch had him resisting the call. For now. He had to be there for Ameris and for his people who deserved a better leader.
When he made it to the Sands, M’ris stayed off to the side, standing with Mosiath. He didn’t want to interrupt any rituals Ameris and Mizeath had but he gave a smile when his mate did look his way. Despite everything, it was still a good turnout of Candidates, though the number of girls had thinned. He would have to stop by the infirmary later on and see how the ones still there were doing.
The sight of the bronze as the first to break shell shocked him and he chuckled when he felt Mosiath’s pride. They needed that bit of luck, even if it came in a feisty bundle. He patted his dragon’s leg before going over to Ameris to kiss her forehead and murmur praise to their dragons.
