14.Nov.20, 03:16 PM
“Pleased to meet you,” T’ryn replied automatically and he was sure he meant it but he was still mostly confused. Her introduction did little to help him figure out who she was or why she was making stew in his brother’s weyr but she had to at least be a friend and T’ryn trusted A’tay’s judgement in people. “My visit is unannounced so no worries if he doesn’t show up soon.” It was odd that Zelana didn’t know when he would be back but he may have just been doing some official task or another and those didn’t always have solid timelines.
He wandered into the kitchen, far too curious about what she was making and that became the bigger mystery he was currently focused on. Taking the offered spoon, T’ryn skimmed it along the top, content to just try the broth, and gave it a light blow before sipping it. His eyes widened at the immediate burst of flavour but the enjoyment didn’t last as his tongue caught on fire and felt like it would burn right off. “Great, it’s great,” he muttered as he set the spoon on the counter and calmly looked around for something to drink.
The jug of something was spotted and T’ryn quickly moved around Zelly and poured what looked to be red juice into a glass and chugged it back. “I’m not sure how much talking you’ll get me to do if you have me try that again. I’m afraid I have to admit to having a pretty bland taste in food. I’m not even a fan of sweets and it drives everyone I know insane.” Maybe a few more tastes of that stew would build up a tolerance for the spice but T’ryn wasn’t sure he wanted to risk it and poured some more juice before leaning back against the counter.
“Anyway, I’m sure A’tay has already filled you in on our family and possibly life in Katila, so what would you like to know? I can start with the dragonrider basics; I’m nineteen and Impressed shortly after I turned twelve to the nuisance bronze sunning on the ledge. He also goes by Syrendryth.” He felt the dragon’s mental huff and smiled. They loved each other but it was fun to get a few jabs in sometimes, especially with how often he had to listen to the dragon talk down about nearly everyone they crossed paths with.
He wandered into the kitchen, far too curious about what she was making and that became the bigger mystery he was currently focused on. Taking the offered spoon, T’ryn skimmed it along the top, content to just try the broth, and gave it a light blow before sipping it. His eyes widened at the immediate burst of flavour but the enjoyment didn’t last as his tongue caught on fire and felt like it would burn right off. “Great, it’s great,” he muttered as he set the spoon on the counter and calmly looked around for something to drink.
The jug of something was spotted and T’ryn quickly moved around Zelly and poured what looked to be red juice into a glass and chugged it back. “I’m not sure how much talking you’ll get me to do if you have me try that again. I’m afraid I have to admit to having a pretty bland taste in food. I’m not even a fan of sweets and it drives everyone I know insane.” Maybe a few more tastes of that stew would build up a tolerance for the spice but T’ryn wasn’t sure he wanted to risk it and poured some more juice before leaning back against the counter.
“Anyway, I’m sure A’tay has already filled you in on our family and possibly life in Katila, so what would you like to know? I can start with the dragonrider basics; I’m nineteen and Impressed shortly after I turned twelve to the nuisance bronze sunning on the ledge. He also goes by Syrendryth.” He felt the dragon’s mental huff and smiled. They loved each other but it was fun to get a few jabs in sometimes, especially with how often he had to listen to the dragon talk down about nearly everyone they crossed paths with.