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29.May.18, 12:24 PM
T’ryn was lacing up his left boot when he heard Casa calling for him. He wasn’t surprised that Syrendryth didn’t inform him of her arrival. Even months after their first date, the bronze dragon still wouldn’t approve of Casa, thinking her too beneath him to bother with. It didn’t seem to matter that he liked the goldrider and had fun with her. Nope. All that mattered to Syrendryth was finding the perfect match for a mate and it wasn’t Casa. T’ryn was still afraid to ask if the damn dragon had any suggestions on who was apparently perfect for him so he simply tuned out the snide remarks and overlooked the lack of assistance when it came to letting him know when his girlfriend was coming.
T’ryn smiled and laughed at Casa’s enthusiasm after the kiss. That was the perfect example as to why he liked her. Her energy was so contagious, she was spontaneous, and simply lived in the moment, not caring all that much about what was expected of her. He was kind of envious of that ability of hers and wished he didn’t care so much about what a bronzerider was supposed to be and how he should act. But when he was with Casa, he could let loose a bit more and enjoy being young and, well, maybe not in love but enjoying the woman he was with.
Except in recent weeks he was starting to see her more as a gorgeous blonde piece of torture and her wandering hands proved it yet again as they seemed to invite more and then slam a door in his face as they stopped. Casa was doing so many suggestive things lately and just as he was about to screw up his courage and take the invitation, she always pulled away and didn’t seem interested anymore. Was she just toying with him to see how riled up she could make him without offering anything? He’d been taking his time, their conversation that day in the abandoned Benden Weyr playing in his head regularly. They were both virgins and she had seemed content to take it slow and he liked playing the gentleman to his beautiful companion; it was almost as if he was courting her like some of the lords did. He liked romancing her, thinking she was too shy to want anything along the lines of simply tossing her on the bed for wild sex.
He just wasn’t sure anymore. Casa was practically throwing herself at him and then shutting off before he could blink. T’ryn wondered if she was trying to dump him, but her kisses still held their usual fire and as she dragged him to their dragons, he tossed that idea aside. People had warned him that women were hard to figure out, but he thought Casa had always been a pretty straightforward woman. Maybe he could just try talking to her. Syrendryth snorted at the idea as he took off for a spot to watch the hatching.
T’ryn figured he could ask later, after the hatching or something. He wouldn’t ask while they waited; too many people around, including his dad and B’jin. “Hm? Yeah, she’s pretty great,” T’ryn smiled as a new topic came up to distract him from his hormones being turned on and off. He liked Mylorah, finding her confidence inspiring. She didn’t seem to seek anyone’s approval but he wondered if it was just for show or not. He and Ayontay both seemed to be screwed up in one way or another and needed R’nd’s love and approval, but Mylorah had never made any indication that she wanted to be in their dad’s life either.
“I hope she does as well. She’d make a great dragonrider. Maybe a goldrider and she could hook up with N’mor. You two can secretly lead through us clueless bronzeriders.” T’ryn laughed, not at the idea of the girls having better ideas and ruling behind the scenes, but at seeing himself as a Weyrleader and being absolutely completely in the dark about what to do.
“Come on, I see a couple of seats in the front. I wonder if we can get away with stealing them. We’ll pull rank or something,” he laughed again as he lead her off to the seats, draping his arm around her as they sat down to hold her close.
T’ryn smiled and laughed at Casa’s enthusiasm after the kiss. That was the perfect example as to why he liked her. Her energy was so contagious, she was spontaneous, and simply lived in the moment, not caring all that much about what was expected of her. He was kind of envious of that ability of hers and wished he didn’t care so much about what a bronzerider was supposed to be and how he should act. But when he was with Casa, he could let loose a bit more and enjoy being young and, well, maybe not in love but enjoying the woman he was with.
Except in recent weeks he was starting to see her more as a gorgeous blonde piece of torture and her wandering hands proved it yet again as they seemed to invite more and then slam a door in his face as they stopped. Casa was doing so many suggestive things lately and just as he was about to screw up his courage and take the invitation, she always pulled away and didn’t seem interested anymore. Was she just toying with him to see how riled up she could make him without offering anything? He’d been taking his time, their conversation that day in the abandoned Benden Weyr playing in his head regularly. They were both virgins and she had seemed content to take it slow and he liked playing the gentleman to his beautiful companion; it was almost as if he was courting her like some of the lords did. He liked romancing her, thinking she was too shy to want anything along the lines of simply tossing her on the bed for wild sex.
He just wasn’t sure anymore. Casa was practically throwing herself at him and then shutting off before he could blink. T’ryn wondered if she was trying to dump him, but her kisses still held their usual fire and as she dragged him to their dragons, he tossed that idea aside. People had warned him that women were hard to figure out, but he thought Casa had always been a pretty straightforward woman. Maybe he could just try talking to her. Syrendryth snorted at the idea as he took off for a spot to watch the hatching.
T’ryn figured he could ask later, after the hatching or something. He wouldn’t ask while they waited; too many people around, including his dad and B’jin. “Hm? Yeah, she’s pretty great,” T’ryn smiled as a new topic came up to distract him from his hormones being turned on and off. He liked Mylorah, finding her confidence inspiring. She didn’t seem to seek anyone’s approval but he wondered if it was just for show or not. He and Ayontay both seemed to be screwed up in one way or another and needed R’nd’s love and approval, but Mylorah had never made any indication that she wanted to be in their dad’s life either.
“I hope she does as well. She’d make a great dragonrider. Maybe a goldrider and she could hook up with N’mor. You two can secretly lead through us clueless bronzeriders.” T’ryn laughed, not at the idea of the girls having better ideas and ruling behind the scenes, but at seeing himself as a Weyrleader and being absolutely completely in the dark about what to do.
“Come on, I see a couple of seats in the front. I wonder if we can get away with stealing them. We’ll pull rank or something,” he laughed again as he lead her off to the seats, draping his arm around her as they sat down to hold her close.
