14.Jun.19, 03:27 AM
T'ryn didn't want to move or even open his eyes. Something felt wrong about where he was and why he was already in bed. Someone moving around beside him helped with the suspicion since he had been very single for one very long turn. Syrendryth also felt very pleased with himself and T'ryn shivered a little from the remnants of pleasure the dragon still radiated with. Even with his groggy mind, he knew enough to put together the fact that not only did Syrendryth Chase for the third time, but he won for the second time.
Slowly, the events leading up to the Flight came back to him. They had just returned from bathing the large lump of bronze when the word came that Bedith would soon take to the sky, likely that day. They bickered about and of course he lost and found himself hanging out in Telgar. Besides, T'ryn had to admit to a small piece of him also wanted to prove they could win again and that it wasn't beginner's luck or other excuses he had heard some of the older bronzeriders toss out. He hated that small part of himself, though, since it made him feel like he was demeaning Mulrissa and treating her just as an object to win. Maybe that was part of why he let Syrendryth take control so easily--he didn't want to be a part of the Flight.
He was a part of the aftermath no matter what else happened and since his dragon was smug, T'ryn knew they had bested everyone again. Again, he hated thinking in such a way but the win would help show Syrendryth was a formidable opponent and maybe help their chases with leading a wing someday. Clearly he was a skilled flyer and could train others to be as graceful and cunning.
Another odd thing his addled mind jumped to was showing he could do things without N'mor. Sure, he technically Impressed before N'mor had but it was still at the same Hatching so it barely counted. But N'mor won the first gold Flight he entered and soon after T'ryn followed suit. Even his birthday was a month after N'mor's. N'mor was now mated first, though that wasn't entirely for lack of trying on his own part but T'ryn wondered if people were expecting him to come out with a mate now. He loved N'mor in his own way and maybe he was the only one that noticed all the similarities and compared them regularly, but he was happy to have stepped in another direction, even if it meant having to have awkward conversations with Mulrissa again because he didn't know how to interact with people and then deal with another Hatching that hopefully was a lot better than the first one.
He supposed he couldn't keep pretending to be out of it or it really would get awkward. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, T'ryn glanced around the room letting his eyes adjust before finally sitting up and giving a tiny shy smile to Mulrissa. "Hi," and then, because he couldn't help but tease himself and joke about the situation thanks to his nerves, "I need to work on keeping in touch with someone before sleeping with them again. A dinner before hand at the very least."
Slowly, the events leading up to the Flight came back to him. They had just returned from bathing the large lump of bronze when the word came that Bedith would soon take to the sky, likely that day. They bickered about and of course he lost and found himself hanging out in Telgar. Besides, T'ryn had to admit to a small piece of him also wanted to prove they could win again and that it wasn't beginner's luck or other excuses he had heard some of the older bronzeriders toss out. He hated that small part of himself, though, since it made him feel like he was demeaning Mulrissa and treating her just as an object to win. Maybe that was part of why he let Syrendryth take control so easily--he didn't want to be a part of the Flight.
He was a part of the aftermath no matter what else happened and since his dragon was smug, T'ryn knew they had bested everyone again. Again, he hated thinking in such a way but the win would help show Syrendryth was a formidable opponent and maybe help their chases with leading a wing someday. Clearly he was a skilled flyer and could train others to be as graceful and cunning.
Another odd thing his addled mind jumped to was showing he could do things without N'mor. Sure, he technically Impressed before N'mor had but it was still at the same Hatching so it barely counted. But N'mor won the first gold Flight he entered and soon after T'ryn followed suit. Even his birthday was a month after N'mor's. N'mor was now mated first, though that wasn't entirely for lack of trying on his own part but T'ryn wondered if people were expecting him to come out with a mate now. He loved N'mor in his own way and maybe he was the only one that noticed all the similarities and compared them regularly, but he was happy to have stepped in another direction, even if it meant having to have awkward conversations with Mulrissa again because he didn't know how to interact with people and then deal with another Hatching that hopefully was a lot better than the first one.
He supposed he couldn't keep pretending to be out of it or it really would get awkward. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, T'ryn glanced around the room letting his eyes adjust before finally sitting up and giving a tiny shy smile to Mulrissa. "Hi," and then, because he couldn't help but tease himself and joke about the situation thanks to his nerves, "I need to work on keeping in touch with someone before sleeping with them again. A dinner before hand at the very least."