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05.Nov.20, 03:58 AM
Passing his sister off to the blue rider, Alekse downed the cup of klah waiting for him at the table. He was going to need more of that; his late night/early morning run to clear his head and sort his thoughts was taking its toll on him. Laughing, and, he admitted, glad for the momentary break, he waved the two off, marveling at his sister’s seemly inexhaustible energy.
R’dal whisked Ryn off and the two bounced and bobbed to the upbeat tune. He was glad she’d found some like-minded people at the Weyr. Seeing that they appeared to be having a blast, he took the opportunity to jog back to the main Fort Station to grab the robe he’d gotten for her. The light green reminded him vaguely of the mossy traces, though the garment wasn’t nearly as vibrant, which he thought she’d appreciate. He hoped she’d like the subtle nod to her former craft, and believed she would.
A sense of bitterness toward their family touched the back of his mind. It wasn’t right of them to try and decide her life without her. He was sorry to see her leave the craft she so excelled at, but she really was better off at the Weyr than on the traces, as much has he might wish otherwise. After all, he was headed east and wouldn’t be around to help her as easily if he were needed, though he’d do his best. She seemed to have found new family to have at her back, though, which was good. Shards, if and when she Impressed, she’d be his backup.
With a small pep-talk to himself to get moving again, he jogged back toward the gather and their little table at the edge of the dance floor.
R’dal whisked Ryn off and the two bounced and bobbed to the upbeat tune. He was glad she’d found some like-minded people at the Weyr. Seeing that they appeared to be having a blast, he took the opportunity to jog back to the main Fort Station to grab the robe he’d gotten for her. The light green reminded him vaguely of the mossy traces, though the garment wasn’t nearly as vibrant, which he thought she’d appreciate. He hoped she’d like the subtle nod to her former craft, and believed she would.
A sense of bitterness toward their family touched the back of his mind. It wasn’t right of them to try and decide her life without her. He was sorry to see her leave the craft she so excelled at, but she really was better off at the Weyr than on the traces, as much has he might wish otherwise. After all, he was headed east and wouldn’t be around to help her as easily if he were needed, though he’d do his best. She seemed to have found new family to have at her back, though, which was good. Shards, if and when she Impressed, she’d be his backup.
With a small pep-talk to himself to get moving again, he jogged back toward the gather and their little table at the edge of the dance floor.
