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02.Jun.14, 10:28 AM
Ekshan watched as Gabrin finished off his wine and took a seat on the edge of his bed. It was an actual bed not a simply cot, and it still felt deliciously decadent to slip between the sheets at night. A simple privilege, but one he enjoyed after having had to sleep on a hard and lumpy cot up to the point of meeting Gabrin. His lips thinned as a shoe was careless dropped to the floor, unsure whether the man was doing it in an attempt to annoy him or if he simply didn't care enjoy to set his footwear neatly aside. Ekshan didn't get long to ponder on it as Gabrin finally decided to reveal why he was visiting in the first place.
The other man knew of his interest in the Weyr, though Ekshan wasn't sure yet if he knew why. Not that it would be difficult to guess why he was so curious in dragonriders. At least half the young men on Pern wanted to become riders, despite the linger animosity between Weyr and Hold. All the political posturing meant little to him, as long as it didn't prevent him from attempting to become a candidate. He didn't know what Gabrin's feeling on the matter were and had kept his little trip South to himself. The man may have already sniffed out his desire to become a rider, but Ekshan wasn't planning on revealing anything until he'd at least become a candidate. Hoping that if that happened thing would be too far along for Gabrin to stop.
Ekshan nodded, still watching as Gabrin finished removing his shoes and made himself comfortable before he continued. His feelings toward Gabrin had been confusing from the start. This was the first relationship of his young life, there was that cothold bitch, but he refused to count that as anything other than a boyhood mistake. Gabrin was good at keeping him off balance, reminding Ekshan that he was the one in control, but providing the sort of life style Ekshan had only dreamed of. He constantly wavered between disliking the Gabrin's hold over him and gratitude for having been plucked from obscurity.
Interest flashed across his face before his usual mask fell back into place. It would be the first hatching since the dragonriders had returned and sure to entice a number of Holders even if it was obviously another bid to sway the holdouts over to the Weyr's side. Ekshan stood, talking a few steps toward Gabrin's discarded shoes and setting them neatly to the side. He wet his lips as he returned to the edge of the bed, his eagerness barely masked. "Are you planning on attending?"
The other man knew of his interest in the Weyr, though Ekshan wasn't sure yet if he knew why. Not that it would be difficult to guess why he was so curious in dragonriders. At least half the young men on Pern wanted to become riders, despite the linger animosity between Weyr and Hold. All the political posturing meant little to him, as long as it didn't prevent him from attempting to become a candidate. He didn't know what Gabrin's feeling on the matter were and had kept his little trip South to himself. The man may have already sniffed out his desire to become a rider, but Ekshan wasn't planning on revealing anything until he'd at least become a candidate. Hoping that if that happened thing would be too far along for Gabrin to stop.
Ekshan nodded, still watching as Gabrin finished removing his shoes and made himself comfortable before he continued. His feelings toward Gabrin had been confusing from the start. This was the first relationship of his young life, there was that cothold bitch, but he refused to count that as anything other than a boyhood mistake. Gabrin was good at keeping him off balance, reminding Ekshan that he was the one in control, but providing the sort of life style Ekshan had only dreamed of. He constantly wavered between disliking the Gabrin's hold over him and gratitude for having been plucked from obscurity.
Interest flashed across his face before his usual mask fell back into place. It would be the first hatching since the dragonriders had returned and sure to entice a number of Holders even if it was obviously another bid to sway the holdouts over to the Weyr's side. Ekshan stood, talking a few steps toward Gabrin's discarded shoes and setting them neatly to the side. He wet his lips as he returned to the edge of the bed, his eagerness barely masked. "Are you planning on attending?"
