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24.Jun.19, 05:52 AM
“You’re pretty good company as well,” T’ryn confessed, a slight blush colouring his cheeks. It was nice being told he was pleasant company by someone he hadn’t grown up with and because Mulrissa was older, it felt extra nice. But he wasn’t lying. Thinking back on their usually brief interactions from the last Flight through Hatching time, it wasn’t bad. Yes, he had often been nervous about it every time they went to Telgar and he didn’t always know what to say but he always left smiling and happy he had gone to see the golden pair.
Being weyrbred, T’ryn was fairly confident he had seen all of his friends in the nude at some point in his life and nudity didn’t typically bother him but he still averted his eyes when Mulrissa stood up. It felt different knowing they just had sex and she was older and even more regal. How did she have such grace and confidence and portray it so effortlessly just by getting to her feet? The mysteries of women, he supposed. But getting dressed was a good idea since it was not only obvious neither of them was looking for another tumble in bed, but someone would be coming soon with food.
“I’m not sure how you don’t lose patience or get mad at losing a day or more of waiting around,” T’ryn slipped out of bed to make the dash to where his pants had been left. “At least with golds, their hides start shining enough to give you some notice so you can plan better for the Flight, but greens don’t seem to be quite as obvious.” He felt bad for greenriders having to try to make their own dash but not to pants, to somewhere secluded. B’jin had been in a class once when Larrikith flew and while T’ryn didn’t want to think about his dad having sex, it was funny seeing the men leave the room covered in ink. He recalled how he and N’mor peeked in the room afterwards and had a good laugh at the destruction the Flight had caused. Being caught up in Flights now, however, made such a scene not as funny.
“And because you wouldn’t let me fetch dinner, you have to let me help you tidy up.” T’ryn gave his best stern expression a shot but considering he was doing up his pants and still shirtless, it likely didn’t seem as impactful as he hoped--which was why it didn’t last long and turned into a soft laugh as he shook his head and went for his shirt. His good mood was a bit of a surprise and as he tucked his socks into his boots—he still felt a little overheated from the Flight and the cool stone felt nice on his bare feet—T’ryn had a sneaky suspicion that Syrendryth was pushing more of his own good mood onto his rider than he usually did. But since he was feeling that good mood now himself, T’ryn didn’t complain.
Being weyrbred, T’ryn was fairly confident he had seen all of his friends in the nude at some point in his life and nudity didn’t typically bother him but he still averted his eyes when Mulrissa stood up. It felt different knowing they just had sex and she was older and even more regal. How did she have such grace and confidence and portray it so effortlessly just by getting to her feet? The mysteries of women, he supposed. But getting dressed was a good idea since it was not only obvious neither of them was looking for another tumble in bed, but someone would be coming soon with food.
“I’m not sure how you don’t lose patience or get mad at losing a day or more of waiting around,” T’ryn slipped out of bed to make the dash to where his pants had been left. “At least with golds, their hides start shining enough to give you some notice so you can plan better for the Flight, but greens don’t seem to be quite as obvious.” He felt bad for greenriders having to try to make their own dash but not to pants, to somewhere secluded. B’jin had been in a class once when Larrikith flew and while T’ryn didn’t want to think about his dad having sex, it was funny seeing the men leave the room covered in ink. He recalled how he and N’mor peeked in the room afterwards and had a good laugh at the destruction the Flight had caused. Being caught up in Flights now, however, made such a scene not as funny.
“And because you wouldn’t let me fetch dinner, you have to let me help you tidy up.” T’ryn gave his best stern expression a shot but considering he was doing up his pants and still shirtless, it likely didn’t seem as impactful as he hoped--which was why it didn’t last long and turned into a soft laugh as he shook his head and went for his shirt. His good mood was a bit of a surprise and as he tucked his socks into his boots—he still felt a little overheated from the Flight and the cool stone felt nice on his bare feet—T’ryn had a sneaky suspicion that Syrendryth was pushing more of his own good mood onto his rider than he usually did. But since he was feeling that good mood now himself, T’ryn didn’t complain.
