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07.Mar.18, 11:07 PM
He remembered the one and only time he had stood for a Hatching. How could he not when he Impressed to Syrendryth? But he recalled how hot the sand beneath his feet felt and the way he wanted to hop from foot to foot and even remembered watching some of the dragonets hatch and stumble about their clutch mates’ discarded shells. He had started to feel that way himself now as he spoke with Casa. Why had it been so hard to ask her out and get an answer? They both seemed to dance around committing to anything as if they were also walking on shells. Thankfully a moment of clarity brought him back to himself and realised that yes, Casa was pretty and yes, Casa was amazing, but she was also his friend and if he remembered that, then everything might be fine.
He practically beamed when she agreed to go with him with as much enthusiasm as he was now carrying about the idea. It was going to be a lot of fun and he knew she would get along wonderfully with practically all of his family members. “Um, four? Then we can rest and clean up around six. Dinner starts at seven. I hope that’s not too late? They’ll likely keep us until at least ten with food and stories,” likely embarrassing stories about his dad and maybe a few about him, though thankfully not even his dad knew much about him given R’nd only learned about him several turns ago.
What should she wear? T’ryn hadn’t even considered that question for himself! He was suddenly worried that he didn’t have anything nice enough for a date with woman who not only was older but was a goldrider.And you are a bronzerider. You outrank her. Stop putting her on a pedestal. She’s just a silly girl after all. Once again, Syrendryth was ignored. He didn’t even earn an eye roll or a frown as T’ryn thought about his own wardrobe and what would be appropriate for either of them to wear. “Well… it’s definitely a lot colder there than here. So, either a heavy dress or even pants for skating in. If that’s appropriate, I mean.” He had no idea when it was okay for women to wear what they did. The Weyr and Holds had such different ideas on the matter and while his aunt seemed pretty liberal in her thinking, he wasn’t sure if he knew enough to guide Casa in the matter on a whole. “You can always change before dinner as well if you wanted something to play in and something to dine in.”
He really wasn’t being any sort of help.
“It’s family. So you don’t have to dress like you’re dining with the Lord Holder of Ista. Besides, I think you look great in anything,” the compliment was quietly given before T’ryn bit his lower lip and felt his cheeks warm.
He practically beamed when she agreed to go with him with as much enthusiasm as he was now carrying about the idea. It was going to be a lot of fun and he knew she would get along wonderfully with practically all of his family members. “Um, four? Then we can rest and clean up around six. Dinner starts at seven. I hope that’s not too late? They’ll likely keep us until at least ten with food and stories,” likely embarrassing stories about his dad and maybe a few about him, though thankfully not even his dad knew much about him given R’nd only learned about him several turns ago.
What should she wear? T’ryn hadn’t even considered that question for himself! He was suddenly worried that he didn’t have anything nice enough for a date with woman who not only was older but was a goldrider.
He really wasn’t being any sort of help.
“It’s family. So you don’t have to dress like you’re dining with the Lord Holder of Ista. Besides, I think you look great in anything,” the compliment was quietly given before T’ryn bit his lower lip and felt his cheeks warm.
