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30.Jun.19, 02:30 AM
T’ryn fell quiet as he continued with righting the room, pondering what Mulrissa had said. No doubt she was right; the dragons were definitely the more serene part of the relationship and even in Flights were likely keeping their human in check. He knew some men reveled in the so-called loss of control and it seemed like some purposely played it up and acted more heavy-handed than others just because they could blame it on something else. People sucked sometimes. He chuckled softly to himself when Mulrissa went for the door as he realised he could hear the sexually awakened Casa in his head saying ‘people suck; and not in the good way.’ Maybe he was getting over all of his crushes, finally.
He pretended to look busy by adjusting the chairs one more time around the table so he wouldn’t look awkward just standing there like he was eavesdropping as the friends conversed but the awkwardness only increased as he could actually catch the conversation. Once more he was blushing thanks to the praise and he did his best to nonchalantly move around the table until his back was to the visitor so she wouldn’t see the effect she had on him. The comments also brought back the reminder that Mulrissa was older than him and probably closer to his father’s age. How old were her kids? T’ryn knew Chalris a bit and knew he was older than the other boy. Was he the oldest of Mulrissa’s kids? He felt that was true and the tension in his shoulders disappeared again. Flights, or maybe just Weyrs in general, were wild like that. He wasn’t sure how he’d handle ending up in bed for one reason or another with someone old enough to have children older than him. The age of the lover didn’t bother him but he had a feeling looking the kid in the eye afterward would be awkward.
Thankfully he was spared having to figure out why when Mulrissa brought the tray to the table. He was famished and everything looked so good! “Thanks for getting us dinner and letting me help clean, Mulrissa. I promise I won’t pester you all night and leave in a bit. I might as well get B’jin’s teasing over with and visit him and Dad while I’m here.” B’jin got way too much joy in teasing him and N’mor at any chance that presented itself. Maybe if he willingly showed up and proudly proclaimed Syrendryth’s success, it wouldn’t be too bad? B’jin would probably just tease him about having a bronzerider ego and how many other golds Syrendryth wanted or if he was mated now. That man was a handful.
As he spoke, T’ryn had assembled a plate of food from the offerings and dug in, accidentally moaning in delight with the first bite. He really was hungry! It was so good! “I sometimes miss Telgar’s cooks. Ista’s are great, of course! But some of them here excel at seasoning the meat. Maybe I’ll pop down to the kitchens before I go as well. Hm… might have to leave a note depending on the hour.” T’ryn decided he’d swipe paper from B’jin for payment of what his visit would bring.
“I also don’t know how to properly approach the subject and over dinner probably isn’t the appropriate time either so I’m just going to blurt it out. Would you like a trip between tonight? Is that too blunt? Is there a better way to phrase that?” If Mulrissa hadn’t already viewed him as very young before thanks to Samara, she certainly would now with his fumbling of what was a fairly normal facet of Weyr life. Oh look, cooked carrots. T’ryn dug into them to avoid fidgeting and hoping the floor collapsed beneath him.
He pretended to look busy by adjusting the chairs one more time around the table so he wouldn’t look awkward just standing there like he was eavesdropping as the friends conversed but the awkwardness only increased as he could actually catch the conversation. Once more he was blushing thanks to the praise and he did his best to nonchalantly move around the table until his back was to the visitor so she wouldn’t see the effect she had on him. The comments also brought back the reminder that Mulrissa was older than him and probably closer to his father’s age. How old were her kids? T’ryn knew Chalris a bit and knew he was older than the other boy. Was he the oldest of Mulrissa’s kids? He felt that was true and the tension in his shoulders disappeared again. Flights, or maybe just Weyrs in general, were wild like that. He wasn’t sure how he’d handle ending up in bed for one reason or another with someone old enough to have children older than him. The age of the lover didn’t bother him but he had a feeling looking the kid in the eye afterward would be awkward.
Thankfully he was spared having to figure out why when Mulrissa brought the tray to the table. He was famished and everything looked so good! “Thanks for getting us dinner and letting me help clean, Mulrissa. I promise I won’t pester you all night and leave in a bit. I might as well get B’jin’s teasing over with and visit him and Dad while I’m here.” B’jin got way too much joy in teasing him and N’mor at any chance that presented itself. Maybe if he willingly showed up and proudly proclaimed Syrendryth’s success, it wouldn’t be too bad? B’jin would probably just tease him about having a bronzerider ego and how many other golds Syrendryth wanted or if he was mated now. That man was a handful.
As he spoke, T’ryn had assembled a plate of food from the offerings and dug in, accidentally moaning in delight with the first bite. He really was hungry! It was so good! “I sometimes miss Telgar’s cooks. Ista’s are great, of course! But some of them here excel at seasoning the meat. Maybe I’ll pop down to the kitchens before I go as well. Hm… might have to leave a note depending on the hour.” T’ryn decided he’d swipe paper from B’jin for payment of what his visit would bring.
“I also don’t know how to properly approach the subject and over dinner probably isn’t the appropriate time either so I’m just going to blurt it out. Would you like a trip between tonight? Is that too blunt? Is there a better way to phrase that?” If Mulrissa hadn’t already viewed him as very young before thanks to Samara, she certainly would now with his fumbling of what was a fairly normal facet of Weyr life. Oh look, cooked carrots. T’ryn dug into them to avoid fidgeting and hoping the floor collapsed beneath him.
