18.Jan.14, 02:51 PM
J’di wasn’t a heavy drinker, as a rule. Certainly not this early in the day. But it wasn’t every day one’s favorite (she had no illusions on that, and she didn’t think the boys did either) son ripped your heart (such as it was) out of your chest. So she’d ignored Caymath’s tentative overtures to soothe her and went to seek out some of what was laughably called ‘Katila’s finest’.
Which really ought to be a warning signal to those around her, since the bluerider was decidedly more particular about her vintages as a rule. But sometimes, one just wanted to grouse for a while, and so Jayedi sat with her newly-acquired wineskin and glared daggers at anyone who approached.
Kids- you tried to teach them well, and for what? So they could prove they were no better than the rest of the willful native-born brats. “Where did I go wrong, I ask you?” She asked her wineskin rhetorically, not expecting or really wanting an actual answer. She should’ve quit after J’cel.
Damned sense of duty.
Outside, Caymath just sighed the sigh of the insightful and long-suffering, and rested his head on his forelegs. The problem, as the blue saw it, was that his rider’s offspring was just like her- but nobody involved wanted to hear it. He ought to see where the younger boy had gotten off to. He was a sweet boy and Caymath could use the simple cheer until his rider had calmed enough to be logical about things.
Which really ought to be a warning signal to those around her, since the bluerider was decidedly more particular about her vintages as a rule. But sometimes, one just wanted to grouse for a while, and so Jayedi sat with her newly-acquired wineskin and glared daggers at anyone who approached.
Kids- you tried to teach them well, and for what? So they could prove they were no better than the rest of the willful native-born brats. “Where did I go wrong, I ask you?” She asked her wineskin rhetorically, not expecting or really wanting an actual answer. She should’ve quit after J’cel.
Damned sense of duty.
Outside, Caymath just sighed the sigh of the insightful and long-suffering, and rested his head on his forelegs. The problem, as the blue saw it, was that his rider’s offspring was just like her- but nobody involved wanted to hear it. He ought to see where the younger boy had gotten off to. He was a sweet boy and Caymath could use the simple cheer until his rider had calmed enough to be logical about things.