17.Dec.20, 02:28 PM
Yfris was flopped in his chair near the fireplace, enjoying the warmth from the low burning fire as well as the whiskey he sipped from a glass he lightly swirled as he watched K’dar’s animated side of the conversation. The bronzerider was in an extremely good mood and the more he spoke, the more obvious it became why. Yfris smiled proudly at his friend and protégé, pleased that it seemed his somewhat lazily explained lessons in confidence were working. Of course the girl had apparently known K’dar all her life and she was weyrbred so she may have been easier to impress but Yfris was still proud and knew K’dar had it in him to seduce anyone he wanted.
He was also amused that K’dar was taking the Weyrleader idea so seriously. It worked in the long run to help play up the silly excuse he’d come up with on the fly to explain their time together but Yfris could admire a man that had goals. He himself didn’t have many. Party hard and enjoy life with as many people as he could probably counted—maybe not so much to his parents but that was a minor detail.
“Ah, congratulations, friend!” Yfris toasted to K’dar’s news of becoming an uncle, clinking an imaginary glass before sipping his drink. “And which sibling should I be drinking to? They must be so excited to become a parent.” He didn’t have any such desires and dreaded the day when he finally did marry and sire a brat. He clearly could barely take care of himself but they wanted him in charge of a family? Utter nonsense!
He was also amused that K’dar was taking the Weyrleader idea so seriously. It worked in the long run to help play up the silly excuse he’d come up with on the fly to explain their time together but Yfris could admire a man that had goals. He himself didn’t have many. Party hard and enjoy life with as many people as he could probably counted—maybe not so much to his parents but that was a minor detail.
“Ah, congratulations, friend!” Yfris toasted to K’dar’s news of becoming an uncle, clinking an imaginary glass before sipping his drink. “And which sibling should I be drinking to? They must be so excited to become a parent.” He didn’t have any such desires and dreaded the day when he finally did marry and sire a brat. He clearly could barely take care of himself but they wanted him in charge of a family? Utter nonsense!