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30.Jun.19, 07:38 AM
T’ryn’s eyes went wide at the story of the friend and baby names and wider still at his dad becoming a granddad. No, R’nd would not appreciate that one bit. Maybe in the future? Way in the future? R’nd seemed weird when it came to dates and ages and anything that reminded him that he was getting older. Thankfully he had no desire to become a father himself just yet and wondered if B’jin would have to deal with the grandkid issue before him. N’mor was happily mated, even if it was to a man. Z’rin already had a daughter so he knew at least the bluerider would likely be okay with raising a kid with N’mor, though he didn’t want to think about the specifics. Maybe they would take in a brat from the crèche which would probably help B’jin’s vanity a bit.
“You know, as hilarious as it might be to see R’nd react to the news he was going to be a grandfather, I think it’ll also serve as a good reminder to make sure I always offer rides when the need arises.” Honestly, at his current rate, he’d only have to worry about when Syrendryth won a gold and so far that meant he’d be offering Mulrissa the ride once a year. That was doable. Perhaps next year they’ll just roll out of bed laughing, get dressed, eat, and go for that ride joking about the whole thing. He could possibly be okay with that.
“Anyway, I don’t get the teasing nearly as much as N’mor does and now that he and Dad know about Mylorah—oh, do you know her? She’s R’nd’s eldest child, a year older than me. But B’jin has started pointing out that Nem and Mylo would have beautiful babies. I think Mylorah might be plotting his demise, but welcome to the family, right?” T’ryn laughed, happy that Mylorah was now a full part of the chaos and doing fairly well at fitting in. She still declined some invitations or left before the gathering ended but it was a lot to take in and he knew she was overwhelmed and out of her element.
T’ryn reached out to Syrendryth, finding the bronze to be content and in way ready to move. He was nuzzling with Bedith and seemed intent on lavishing her in attention until she kicked him out. Even then, it was noted they would stay the night and check up on the ladies in the morning. “And it seems Sy is in no hurry and would be happy to give you a ride in the morning. So we will be around any time you’d like to go. Do you need a trip to the Hold for anything? I wouldn’t mind helping you carry anything or just waiting while you did errands.” He knew he sounded eager to please and perhaps he was; but he wanted to make sure Mulrissa wasn’t left to deal with everything alone this time. He knew she was a capable woman and didn’t really need him for anything other than a between trip—and even then she could ask a friend—but their first Flight together hadn’t been his finest moment and he was hoping to improve any views others had of him—other than the view that he was cute and old enough, anyway.
“You know, as hilarious as it might be to see R’nd react to the news he was going to be a grandfather, I think it’ll also serve as a good reminder to make sure I always offer rides when the need arises.” Honestly, at his current rate, he’d only have to worry about when Syrendryth won a gold and so far that meant he’d be offering Mulrissa the ride once a year. That was doable. Perhaps next year they’ll just roll out of bed laughing, get dressed, eat, and go for that ride joking about the whole thing. He could possibly be okay with that.
“Anyway, I don’t get the teasing nearly as much as N’mor does and now that he and Dad know about Mylorah—oh, do you know her? She’s R’nd’s eldest child, a year older than me. But B’jin has started pointing out that Nem and Mylo would have beautiful babies. I think Mylorah might be plotting his demise, but welcome to the family, right?” T’ryn laughed, happy that Mylorah was now a full part of the chaos and doing fairly well at fitting in. She still declined some invitations or left before the gathering ended but it was a lot to take in and he knew she was overwhelmed and out of her element.
T’ryn reached out to Syrendryth, finding the bronze to be content and in way ready to move. He was nuzzling with Bedith and seemed intent on lavishing her in attention until she kicked him out. Even then, it was noted they would stay the night and check up on the ladies in the morning. “And it seems Sy is in no hurry and would be happy to give you a ride in the morning. So we will be around any time you’d like to go. Do you need a trip to the Hold for anything? I wouldn’t mind helping you carry anything or just waiting while you did errands.” He knew he sounded eager to please and perhaps he was; but he wanted to make sure Mulrissa wasn’t left to deal with everything alone this time. He knew she was a capable woman and didn’t really need him for anything other than a between trip—and even then she could ask a friend—but their first Flight together hadn’t been his finest moment and he was hoping to improve any views others had of him—other than the view that he was cute and old enough, anyway.
