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13.Jul.14, 06:47 PM
Gabrin was probably right in that he was spoiling Ekshan just a little, but the former cotholder felt quite certain that he deserved it, and he always tried to show grateful for the gifts and trips bestowed upon him. Ekshan the grubby cotholder was a far cry from Ekshan the quiet, but efficient assistant who gave no one any reason to suspect he was anything more. Gabrin knew the truth of course, having been the mastermind behind the deception, but most, like Tanriel, saw only a dedicated assistant. He was slowly but surely growing a little more self assured as he settled into a life with many more freedom than he previously stifled existence of the family hold.
Pherhaps it was his increased confidence that brought about Gabrin's suggestion about getting to play lord of the hold while he was off visiting his wife's family. That wasn't the sort of thing Ekshan would have attempted without encouragement and his mind mulled over the suggestion as he finished dressing. Gabrin may have been experienced with such things, but Ekshan was far less skilled or certain about his ability to charm anyone into his bed. He worried his lower lip between his teeth and he contemplated his chances of success.
Eskan trailed dutifully after Gabrin and Tanriel, making note of the presence of a number of dragonriders as well as the
displeased look of the Lord Holder's face. They may not have been invited to the celebration, but didn't seem to be about stop them from attending and enjoying themselves. Traditionally they likely would have been honored guests and even if
some holders were giving them dark looks a number of people were still showing some discrete interest. Ekshan's understanding of the issue was rudimentary. It was mostly the ranking population who were not in support, those without
rank saw a chance for themselves or their children at a better life.
He offered a nod of agreement after Gabrin pulled him aside to share his observations. Ekshan could hardly disagree. Life
in seclusion in the South had made the rider far less inhibited than most of the Northeners tended to be, well unless you'd gotten a fair bit of wine into them first. "I remember." He assured the man, knowing Gabrin himself was friendly with both sides and committed to neither, not yet anyway.
Gabrin's admonishment was still ringing in his ears as he ventured off to procure a glass of wine. He was going to need the liquid courage it would provide. He quickly reduced the glass to one last swallow and he wandered through the crowds of revelers. The dancing square with its enthusiastic couples was given a wide berth as he continued to scan the crowd, unsure of what he was looking for, but hoping he'd know it when he saw it. He replaced his now empty glass with a full one, taking a long sip to reduce the chance of spilling any when he finally spotted a familiar face.
He'd met K'tir at the last hatching. A good looking Brownrider who's personality was a better match with Ekshan's than some of the more animated riders. He'd also been kind enough to answer his questions about the hatching and dragons in general. Ekshan lifted his glass to his lips for another mouthful letting the warmth of the alcohol melt away his usual inhibitions. He wasn't drunk, but he'd had enough wine now to make approaching the Brownrider possible. "Hello K'tir! I didn't expect to see you at our little celebration." He said gesturing over the far flung crowd that likely included most of Telgar's population before turning his gaze back to the handsome brownrider.
Pherhaps it was his increased confidence that brought about Gabrin's suggestion about getting to play lord of the hold while he was off visiting his wife's family. That wasn't the sort of thing Ekshan would have attempted without encouragement and his mind mulled over the suggestion as he finished dressing. Gabrin may have been experienced with such things, but Ekshan was far less skilled or certain about his ability to charm anyone into his bed. He worried his lower lip between his teeth and he contemplated his chances of success.
Eskan trailed dutifully after Gabrin and Tanriel, making note of the presence of a number of dragonriders as well as the
displeased look of the Lord Holder's face. They may not have been invited to the celebration, but didn't seem to be about stop them from attending and enjoying themselves. Traditionally they likely would have been honored guests and even if
some holders were giving them dark looks a number of people were still showing some discrete interest. Ekshan's understanding of the issue was rudimentary. It was mostly the ranking population who were not in support, those without
rank saw a chance for themselves or their children at a better life.
He offered a nod of agreement after Gabrin pulled him aside to share his observations. Ekshan could hardly disagree. Life
in seclusion in the South had made the rider far less inhibited than most of the Northeners tended to be, well unless you'd gotten a fair bit of wine into them first. "I remember." He assured the man, knowing Gabrin himself was friendly with both sides and committed to neither, not yet anyway.
Gabrin's admonishment was still ringing in his ears as he ventured off to procure a glass of wine. He was going to need the liquid courage it would provide. He quickly reduced the glass to one last swallow and he wandered through the crowds of revelers. The dancing square with its enthusiastic couples was given a wide berth as he continued to scan the crowd, unsure of what he was looking for, but hoping he'd know it when he saw it. He replaced his now empty glass with a full one, taking a long sip to reduce the chance of spilling any when he finally spotted a familiar face.
He'd met K'tir at the last hatching. A good looking Brownrider who's personality was a better match with Ekshan's than some of the more animated riders. He'd also been kind enough to answer his questions about the hatching and dragons in general. Ekshan lifted his glass to his lips for another mouthful letting the warmth of the alcohol melt away his usual inhibitions. He wasn't drunk, but he'd had enough wine now to make approaching the Brownrider possible. "Hello K'tir! I didn't expect to see you at our little celebration." He said gesturing over the far flung crowd that likely included most of Telgar's population before turning his gaze back to the handsome brownrider.
