16.Oct.19, 02:57 AM
T'ryn regarded F'drel for a long moment, doing his best to stay awake and comprehend what was being said. A lot of effort had been put into getting him to his bed and being as coherent as he had been but now was a struggle. He was about to compare green Flights versus gold Flights but realised that had been Syrendyth's influence last time with Mulrissa that kept him calm and a lot less muddled than the first time. This was probably still his dragon's doing now as well; keeping him almost sedated and loving the idea of a nap and hugs.
But that wasn't the topic at hand. T'ryn focused a little more on what F'drel had said and frowned when he insisted the shirt didn't need mending. To be fair, he had only assumed that was the case and hadn't checked it after swiping it.But what F'drel said did make some sense. He'd never thought about Flights in that way before, especially not as the rider of the female dragon would. So many men--most of which the rider wouldn't even want under normal circumstances--grabbing at them, touching in ways they shouldn't, making you feel like nothing more than the prize everyone always referred to them as since Flights were won and that meant a reward was given.
"It's not weird and while I'm glad I wasn't so violent that I ripped your shirt, I almost wish I had so that would be bothering you instead of the memory of too many hands on you," that still wouldn't have been the best outcome, really, but better than being reminded that you were only a piece of meat for a pack of starving animals. "I'm sorry you have to go through that. I hope Halomirth finds a mate. I hear the Flights aren't as bad since less enter, knowing she's taken." That's what he had heard anyway and seemed true with Larrikith and Ayyonth. Any other mates he was close to had male dragons and were a bit harder to study for this situation.
"I suddenly wish I had a private bath that you could use. But I only asked for a weyr that was large enough for Syrendryth and didn't care about what my side had," T'ryn suddenly realised what his intended kindness sounded like and went wide-eyed as he placed a hand on F'drel--whether to stop him from potentially fleeing or just to get some contact back was unknown. "I don't mean because I think you're dirty from their touch. But so you can feel more comfortable. But I don't mind, honest. I mean, we're in my bed and I'm close to using you as a pillow for a nap, so it's okay and you can tell me to shut up any time now." he laughed, a bit nervous that he had just insulted a friend and waited for F'drel to decide his own bed was better than that of an idiot bronzerider.
But that wasn't the topic at hand. T'ryn focused a little more on what F'drel had said and frowned when he insisted the shirt didn't need mending. To be fair, he had only assumed that was the case and hadn't checked it after swiping it.But what F'drel said did make some sense. He'd never thought about Flights in that way before, especially not as the rider of the female dragon would. So many men--most of which the rider wouldn't even want under normal circumstances--grabbing at them, touching in ways they shouldn't, making you feel like nothing more than the prize everyone always referred to them as since Flights were won and that meant a reward was given.
"It's not weird and while I'm glad I wasn't so violent that I ripped your shirt, I almost wish I had so that would be bothering you instead of the memory of too many hands on you," that still wouldn't have been the best outcome, really, but better than being reminded that you were only a piece of meat for a pack of starving animals. "I'm sorry you have to go through that. I hope Halomirth finds a mate. I hear the Flights aren't as bad since less enter, knowing she's taken." That's what he had heard anyway and seemed true with Larrikith and Ayyonth. Any other mates he was close to had male dragons and were a bit harder to study for this situation.
"I suddenly wish I had a private bath that you could use. But I only asked for a weyr that was large enough for Syrendryth and didn't care about what my side had," T'ryn suddenly realised what his intended kindness sounded like and went wide-eyed as he placed a hand on F'drel--whether to stop him from potentially fleeing or just to get some contact back was unknown. "I don't mean because I think you're dirty from their touch. But so you can feel more comfortable. But I don't mind, honest. I mean, we're in my bed and I'm close to using you as a pillow for a nap, so it's okay and you can tell me to shut up any time now." he laughed, a bit nervous that he had just insulted a friend and waited for F'drel to decide his own bed was better than that of an idiot bronzerider.