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05.Sep.21, 11:12 AM
T’ryn accepted the paper passed his way and after a moment of glancing over it, his eyes lit up with excitement. He wasn’t the only one with the weird hobby! Of course he liked to tell himself it was in preparation for perhaps one day being a wingleader or second but seeing B’jin enjoyed working out who would work best together made T’ryn feel less like an oddball. He spent a few minutes looking it over, impressed by a lot of the combinations and how just as many overlapped with his ideas. He pointed out a couple of changes he would make based on personalities or the size of the dragons but otherwise T’ryn was all compliments as he traded the paper for the one B’jin had just been writing on.
T’ryn agreed with the assessment and told B’jin so. However, he didn’t think S’far would be interested in his work, not when he could be working on it himself or have his Second do it. Like N’mor. T’ryn laughed and shook his head as B’jin shared the rest of his thoughts. “Nem is Weyrsecond,” which was amazing! Sure, it was kind of spur of the moment and due to tragedy and from what N’mor said M’ris just sort of pointed at him and called the job done, but his friend was one step closer to his dream of being Weyrleader. “It makes sense for him to work on it. I’m… nothing. Maybe a nuisance?” he gave a self-deprecating chuckle but T’ryn did kind of feel that way. Asking S’far to help make arrangements to get his then pregnant mate relocated between Weyrs, asking to make two weyrs be adjoining, and even when they were both poisoned and disturbed S’far in the infirmary. Sometimes he wondered if S’far actually liked him.
“Maybe I’ll still ask him or give him what I started so he has a base to work with if he doesn’t already have one. But only if you don’t mind working with me to bounce ideas off of; credited of course,” T’ryn added after a moment’s thought. B’jin had good ideas but he was also a greenrider and T’ryn knew not everyone took what they said seriously. T’ryn personally believed in respecting rank and that every rider had a purpose and specific jobs but that didn’t mean greenriders were dirt and couldn’t express ideas or expect to be treated like humans.
“But first, can I ask you something?” T’ryn blurted the question out before he lost the nerve or his dad came home. He really didn’t want to try having this talk with the bluerider around. He waited for the confirmation, hesitated while trying to find the right question, and then finally gave it a shot. “Have you ever worried you aren’t good enough for R’nd? Or that you’ll screw up and he’ll leave you? Or that you have a secret or did something so horrible that you would never be forgiven or looked at like you’re a freak of nature? And that’s more than one something.”
T’ryn frowned, brows drawing together before they shot up as he realised how the questions were phrased and could be taken. “I’m not hinting at anything with your relationship! It’s just how I feel lately with Zanny. I’m going to mess this up, B’jin, and being with her is the best thing to happen to me. Aside from Impressing Sy,” he gave a roll of his eyes and glanced toward the Hatching Grounds where his bronze still stood guard at the entrance.
T’ryn agreed with the assessment and told B’jin so. However, he didn’t think S’far would be interested in his work, not when he could be working on it himself or have his Second do it. Like N’mor. T’ryn laughed and shook his head as B’jin shared the rest of his thoughts. “Nem is Weyrsecond,” which was amazing! Sure, it was kind of spur of the moment and due to tragedy and from what N’mor said M’ris just sort of pointed at him and called the job done, but his friend was one step closer to his dream of being Weyrleader. “It makes sense for him to work on it. I’m… nothing. Maybe a nuisance?” he gave a self-deprecating chuckle but T’ryn did kind of feel that way. Asking S’far to help make arrangements to get his then pregnant mate relocated between Weyrs, asking to make two weyrs be adjoining, and even when they were both poisoned and disturbed S’far in the infirmary. Sometimes he wondered if S’far actually liked him.
“Maybe I’ll still ask him or give him what I started so he has a base to work with if he doesn’t already have one. But only if you don’t mind working with me to bounce ideas off of; credited of course,” T’ryn added after a moment’s thought. B’jin had good ideas but he was also a greenrider and T’ryn knew not everyone took what they said seriously. T’ryn personally believed in respecting rank and that every rider had a purpose and specific jobs but that didn’t mean greenriders were dirt and couldn’t express ideas or expect to be treated like humans.
“But first, can I ask you something?” T’ryn blurted the question out before he lost the nerve or his dad came home. He really didn’t want to try having this talk with the bluerider around. He waited for the confirmation, hesitated while trying to find the right question, and then finally gave it a shot. “Have you ever worried you aren’t good enough for R’nd? Or that you’ll screw up and he’ll leave you? Or that you have a secret or did something so horrible that you would never be forgiven or looked at like you’re a freak of nature? And that’s more than one something.”
T’ryn frowned, brows drawing together before they shot up as he realised how the questions were phrased and could be taken. “I’m not hinting at anything with your relationship! It’s just how I feel lately with Zanny. I’m going to mess this up, B’jin, and being with her is the best thing to happen to me. Aside from Impressing Sy,” he gave a roll of his eyes and glanced toward the Hatching Grounds where his bronze still stood guard at the entrance.
