16.Sep.21, 12:27 PM
“Stop playing with them if you don’t want people to remark upon the scarf,” T’ryn pointed out with a laugh when he saw the way B’jin reacted to him mentioning them. He could only begin to imagine what it was like for the Harper to no longer be able to sing and talk while now being talked about all the time. T’ryn had yet to hear anything negative but being a bronzerider and closely tied to B’jin likely helped in that. Still, he meant what he said and thought the new accessory suited B’jin. The greenrider just had to stop playing with the material.
T’ryn turned his gaze to the outside world and once more stared up at the Red Star while thinking on B’jin’s advice. It did seem like Cazan liked him for who he was and he liked who he was when he was with her. That wasn’t something he could always say when he was with his lovers. They brought out a side in him that he wasn’t a fan of and the guilt he brought home afterward was always easily read on his face. He didn’t want to bring that to Cazan, didn’t want her doubting that she was the cause of anything negative, and certainly didn’t want to worry their kids. Yes, he was going to have to make some changes and they wouldn’t be easy.
“Do you mind if I sit with you for a bit? We don’t need to talk. Sometimes just silent companionship is all that’s needed.” His visits with F’drel were often filled with silence while they played chess or simply sat on the ledge together, thinking about their own things. B’jin had given him a lot to think about and while he was itching to work on the wings some more, T’ryn didn’t want to go home yet and really was interested in the company and the view.
T’ryn turned his gaze to the outside world and once more stared up at the Red Star while thinking on B’jin’s advice. It did seem like Cazan liked him for who he was and he liked who he was when he was with her. That wasn’t something he could always say when he was with his lovers. They brought out a side in him that he wasn’t a fan of and the guilt he brought home afterward was always easily read on his face. He didn’t want to bring that to Cazan, didn’t want her doubting that she was the cause of anything negative, and certainly didn’t want to worry their kids. Yes, he was going to have to make some changes and they wouldn’t be easy.
“Do you mind if I sit with you for a bit? We don’t need to talk. Sometimes just silent companionship is all that’s needed.” His visits with F’drel were often filled with silence while they played chess or simply sat on the ledge together, thinking about their own things. B’jin had given him a lot to think about and while he was itching to work on the wings some more, T’ryn didn’t want to go home yet and really was interested in the company and the view.