15.Jun.19, 04:15 AM
Rissa smiled at T’ryn’s greeting, relieved he didn’t seem to be too overwhelmed. He’d definitely been a bit overwhelmed last turn, but there’d been an entire turn between then and now, and he was probably a bit more used to Flights or sex or both. Hopefully both.
“Hi,” she said, sitting up and grabbing the nearest blanket to throw around her shoulders — more because it was chilly for an early summer night than out of any real sense of modesty. “If Bedith keeps Flying in the late afternoon or evening, lunch may be a better option.” Dinner might not make it to being beforehand with Bedith. Not that Mulrissa really thought T’ryn meant it literally, but playing along seemed the best option. Though if Syrendryth was planning on chasing and was feeling confidant, who knew.
“Speaking of dinner though, I could do with some. I could probably get someone to bring something up if you wanted? Goldrider perks.” Rissa shrugged. More like she had a friend or two who would be amenable to helping her with dinner if Bedith asked them, considering she’d just had a Flight and all. Most people understood gold Flights to be intense for the rider, especially considering practically everyone at the Weyr could feel the Flight at least a little bit. Not that Mulrissa liked throwing her weight around ever, but she was tired and Bedith was lazy and content and she didn’t really want to have to go anywhere yet. Whether T’ryn wanted to stay or not was up to him. Rissa didn’t mind either option. She’d eat alone perfectly happily, and what she knew of T’ryn from last turn’s Flight and Hatching said he was decent company, if he always seemed a bit awkward about everything, so she wouldn’t complain either way. He may not want to have dinner in the weyr of the older goldrider he’d just slept with, and Rissa couldn’t blame him for that either.
“Hi,” she said, sitting up and grabbing the nearest blanket to throw around her shoulders — more because it was chilly for an early summer night than out of any real sense of modesty. “If Bedith keeps Flying in the late afternoon or evening, lunch may be a better option.” Dinner might not make it to being beforehand with Bedith. Not that Mulrissa really thought T’ryn meant it literally, but playing along seemed the best option. Though if Syrendryth was planning on chasing and was feeling confidant, who knew.
“Speaking of dinner though, I could do with some. I could probably get someone to bring something up if you wanted? Goldrider perks.” Rissa shrugged. More like she had a friend or two who would be amenable to helping her with dinner if Bedith asked them, considering she’d just had a Flight and all. Most people understood gold Flights to be intense for the rider, especially considering practically everyone at the Weyr could feel the Flight at least a little bit. Not that Mulrissa liked throwing her weight around ever, but she was tired and Bedith was lazy and content and she didn’t really want to have to go anywhere yet. Whether T’ryn wanted to stay or not was up to him. Rissa didn’t mind either option. She’d eat alone perfectly happily, and what she knew of T’ryn from last turn’s Flight and Hatching said he was decent company, if he always seemed a bit awkward about everything, so she wouldn’t complain either way. He may not want to have dinner in the weyr of the older goldrider he’d just slept with, and Rissa couldn’t blame him for that either.