30.Aug.21, 11:17 AM
T’ryn was antsy. They had finally got the twins down for the night and it would have been the perfect time to relax with his mate but they currently had custody of Yfris and T’ryn encouraged Cazan to go be with her husband. He had needed to get rid of the energy that had him so wired up and mentioned a walk and perhaps visiting his dad while also promising he wasn’t going near Ista. Cazan was still fine with his side lover but he’d been trying his best not to go to Ista and tango with certain people.
The walk had calmed him but a visit with R’nd and B’jin still sounded nice and T’ryn wanted to get some advice. So his feet brought him to the door that he knocked at and received no answer. Frowning, he started to turn away but Syrendryth’s voice stopped him, relaying that he could see B’jin on the ledge from where he sat outside the Hatching Ground, protecting Bedith from any and all threats.
Feeling like he wouldn’t be intruding or end up in trouble for wandering in, T’ryn let himself in, calling out a greeting to alert everyone to his arrival as he made his way to the ledge. “Hi, B’jin. Dad’s not around?” T’ryn smiled at the greenrider but his gaze swept over the space, noting the lack of the bluerider. He hadn’t seen or heard him inside either so R’nd was likely off socializing. That was fine. B’jin was good company and it wouldn’t be as weird to ask some of his questions with one of happy pair missing.
T’ryn sat down in an area that wasn’t covered in papers and glanced at the nearest one. He was a bit shocked to see it mentioning the Red Star and turned his focus on others, finding much the same thing. B’jin was a Harper but T’ryn always thought he was more akin to the frivolous ones that didn’t necessarily believe what they preached but it seemed that perhaps he was wrong. He studied the greenrider for a moment and then looked up at the sky to where he knew the Red Star would be waiting. R’dal had been saying for years that it was coming. T’ryn believed that it would come again but it wasn’t until recently that he noted that it did seem closer than the first time R’dal had pointed it out.
“I didn’t take you as a believer if I’m being honest,” T’ryn gave the confession with a slight shrug as it admitted his view on B’jin maybe wasn’t the highest. He adored the man and did think highly of him overall but it was such a serious topic and B’jin was not the most serious of men. “I don’t know what the delay is with getting the wings set up so we can start practicing and preparing. I mean, before the attacks started or even now since they seemed to have stopped. And I’m feeling fine before you ask.” T’ryn gave a small smile and even held up his hands to show they were steady. He couldn’t show off that he was headache free but he figured the lack of wincing and the fact that he was out and about was solid enough proof.
“I actually have some wings made up. I like building them in my free time but I don’t know if Weyrleader S’far would be interested or think they were that good. Weyrleader M’ris only used mine because it was an emergency with the fires and nothing else was made up.” Despite the horrible circumstances, it had been pretty cool to have something he worked on be used and to see it in motion.
The walk had calmed him but a visit with R’nd and B’jin still sounded nice and T’ryn wanted to get some advice. So his feet brought him to the door that he knocked at and received no answer. Frowning, he started to turn away but Syrendryth’s voice stopped him, relaying that he could see B’jin on the ledge from where he sat outside the Hatching Ground, protecting Bedith from any and all threats.
Feeling like he wouldn’t be intruding or end up in trouble for wandering in, T’ryn let himself in, calling out a greeting to alert everyone to his arrival as he made his way to the ledge. “Hi, B’jin. Dad’s not around?” T’ryn smiled at the greenrider but his gaze swept over the space, noting the lack of the bluerider. He hadn’t seen or heard him inside either so R’nd was likely off socializing. That was fine. B’jin was good company and it wouldn’t be as weird to ask some of his questions with one of happy pair missing.
T’ryn sat down in an area that wasn’t covered in papers and glanced at the nearest one. He was a bit shocked to see it mentioning the Red Star and turned his focus on others, finding much the same thing. B’jin was a Harper but T’ryn always thought he was more akin to the frivolous ones that didn’t necessarily believe what they preached but it seemed that perhaps he was wrong. He studied the greenrider for a moment and then looked up at the sky to where he knew the Red Star would be waiting. R’dal had been saying for years that it was coming. T’ryn believed that it would come again but it wasn’t until recently that he noted that it did seem closer than the first time R’dal had pointed it out.
“I didn’t take you as a believer if I’m being honest,” T’ryn gave the confession with a slight shrug as it admitted his view on B’jin maybe wasn’t the highest. He adored the man and did think highly of him overall but it was such a serious topic and B’jin was not the most serious of men. “I don’t know what the delay is with getting the wings set up so we can start practicing and preparing. I mean, before the attacks started or even now since they seemed to have stopped. And I’m feeling fine before you ask.” T’ryn gave a small smile and even held up his hands to show they were steady. He couldn’t show off that he was headache free but he figured the lack of wincing and the fact that he was out and about was solid enough proof.
“I actually have some wings made up. I like building them in my free time but I don’t know if Weyrleader S’far would be interested or think they were that good. Weyrleader M’ris only used mine because it was an emergency with the fires and nothing else was made up.” Despite the horrible circumstances, it had been pretty cool to have something he worked on be used and to see it in motion.