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07.Jun.18, 02:16 AM
Mulrissa mentally breathed a sigh of relief when T’ryn said he was fine and took the sheet. She didn’t believe he was ‘fine’ in the slightest, but at least he was responding now. Hopefully within a minute or two some of the Flight fogginess would clear, for both of them, and — what, they could talk more? About what? Rissa wanted to make sure T’ryn was in an okay headspace, yes, but what would they say to each other that wouldn’t make this whole situation even more awkward. Her worry eased even further a few moments later when T’ryn continued talking.
She nodded when he admitted to being overwhelmed. That was a feeling she shared. Being with your dragon so completely when they were that emotional and focused was intense, to say the least. Though Mulrissa felt that most of the ‘Flight hangover’ as she’d heard it called would be easily fixed with sleep and maybe a glass of water. The part that would linger was definitely the awkwardness of who had won, and how terribly young he seemed.
T’ryn continued, confirming her thought that it was his first Flight too. She frowned at his concern that she was disappointed — as if she needed another reminder of how young he was — and shook her head. “No, I didn’t have my sights set on anyone in particular.” Even if G’chal had still been alive and her weyrmate, his blue Wudalth would never have caught Bedith, the gold would never have allowed it. Since G'chal was beyond not an option, Rissa had figured one of the older bronzes, like Torath, or Adraith, or perhaps Kovith if he hadn’t caught Okalinth recently, would have caught Bedith, especially her maiden Flight. She had not expected Syrendreth to decide to Fly for the first time and catch her gold. “You’re not who I expected, or really my first choice, no offense intended, but I was not hoping for anyone in particular. Syrendryth did no particular harm on that front.” Mulrissa assured him. She didn’t want T’ryn to feel bad about winning, as it was hardly his fault.
“Would you like a glass of water or anything?” She asked him, thinking perhaps something to drink would do her some good as well. “You’re welcome to stay and recover for a bit, make sure your head is clear enough to head home. The bed here is open, or if you prefer, my son’s bed is still around. He’s in the Candidate barracks these days, but we kept the bed in case we needed it.” Rissa figured she’d stay in Chalris or Ginorra's bed if T'ryn wanted to stay where he was, as Ginorra wouldn’t be back anytime soon either, though she would happily remain in her own bed instead of borrowing one of her children’s. She just didn’t really want to stay in the same one for longer than absolutely necessary.
She nodded when he admitted to being overwhelmed. That was a feeling she shared. Being with your dragon so completely when they were that emotional and focused was intense, to say the least. Though Mulrissa felt that most of the ‘Flight hangover’ as she’d heard it called would be easily fixed with sleep and maybe a glass of water. The part that would linger was definitely the awkwardness of who had won, and how terribly young he seemed.
T’ryn continued, confirming her thought that it was his first Flight too. She frowned at his concern that she was disappointed — as if she needed another reminder of how young he was — and shook her head. “No, I didn’t have my sights set on anyone in particular.” Even if G’chal had still been alive and her weyrmate, his blue Wudalth would never have caught Bedith, the gold would never have allowed it. Since G'chal was beyond not an option, Rissa had figured one of the older bronzes, like Torath, or Adraith, or perhaps Kovith if he hadn’t caught Okalinth recently, would have caught Bedith, especially her maiden Flight. She had not expected Syrendreth to decide to Fly for the first time and catch her gold. “You’re not who I expected, or really my first choice, no offense intended, but I was not hoping for anyone in particular. Syrendryth did no particular harm on that front.” Mulrissa assured him. She didn’t want T’ryn to feel bad about winning, as it was hardly his fault.
“Would you like a glass of water or anything?” She asked him, thinking perhaps something to drink would do her some good as well. “You’re welcome to stay and recover for a bit, make sure your head is clear enough to head home. The bed here is open, or if you prefer, my son’s bed is still around. He’s in the Candidate barracks these days, but we kept the bed in case we needed it.” Rissa figured she’d stay in Chalris or Ginorra's bed if T'ryn wanted to stay where he was, as Ginorra wouldn’t be back anytime soon either, though she would happily remain in her own bed instead of borrowing one of her children’s. She just didn’t really want to stay in the same one for longer than absolutely necessary.
