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10.Nov.16, 01:21 AM
As M’ris listened to the Weyrlingmaster drone on about the progress of the weyrlings, he wondered not for the first time, why he had agreed to the position of Weyrleader. Sure he wanted to see bronzeriders back in their rightful place and knock the cocky brownriders back down a few pegs, and sure he loved the privileges that came with the title, but it required so much work. He wasn’t adverse to putting in some time and effort but M’ris also enjoyed his free time and being able to do what he wanted and when he wanted it. But he agreed to the position because he knew he could handle it and could help shape Ista into its former glory.
There was also the bonus that he was able to pick the goldrider he wanted as his Weyrwoman and he jumped at the chance to have Ameris at his side. He was fond of the woman but M’ris was still hesitant after all this time to still truly look at the feelings or pay anything too much thought. He enjoyed her company both for being her own woman and for the few similarities she bore to his mate he lost in exile eighteen years ago. It was hard to believe it had been that long without Sarendall but when he realized how many of those years were blurred together from depression and drinking himself into oblivion, he had a better understanding as to how he both managed to survive that long and not realize that much time had passed.
Still, Ameris wasn’t entirely like Sarendall and M’ris found himself often left intrigued by the dark-haired beauty. That in itself was surprising given how he did his best to avoid meaningful relationships and keep a bit detached from real feelings. That was one thing that actually worried him; Ameris was clever and one day would see through him, calling him out more than she already did on his behaviour and decisions.
M’ris realized the annoying background hum that was actually the Weyrlingmaster’s voice had stopped and he looked up from the sheet of paper he had been pretending to read and stopped drumming his fingers on his leg. “We’ll continue this at a later date. I have a lot on my mind at the moment. I’ll call for you when I’m ready for the report.” He waved the man away and breathed a sigh of relief as he slumped comfortably in his chair. It wasn’t entirely a lie; he did have a lot on his mind, though it wasn’t really of the professional sort. He’d been caught up thinking about his Weyrwoman, their child that was due soon, and how hard Ameris had been working to help in her portion of running Ista.
Perhaps he’d finally be able to convince her to delegate more of her duties to the other goldriders and assistants she had running around so she could rest more. Ameris had told him her pregnancy with Rislan had been easy but still he worried. He didn’t want anything to happen that would jeopardize mother or child.
That settled it.
“Mosiath, please ask your gold beauty to ask Ameris to meet me in an hour. Let her know Kelnar and his mother will come by to get Rislan for the night. The boy keeps asking to have him stayover again.” None of his children lived with him but he was a somewhat attentive dad when he could be and his youngest had grown quite fond of Ameris’ son given they were of the same age and shared many common interests. Kelnar’s mother was also a woman he trusted enough to let Rislan stay with and knew he’d be well looked after.
As the bronze dragon relayed the message, M’ris went down to the lower caverns and ordered hot water to be sent up to his weyr for his personal bath. That was one of the perks of being a Weyrleader; he didn’t have to use common baths anymore and had his own that was large enough for two, though he hadn’t had need to share it yet. Despite the evening meal having ended a short time earlier, M’ris also asked to have a tray of fruits – minus red fruit due to his severe allergy – set up for snacking on later.
Returning to his weyr, M’ris quickly tidied up random dishes and clothes he had stripped off haphazardly over the last several days and changed into a comfortable outfit for lounging around in. When the hot water was brought up, he went about preparing the bath, adding in some special soap that produced fluffy bubbles. When he was last at an Ista Hold gathering, he found out this was the latest trend for the lady Holders and while he didn’t fully understand the joy of sitting in the mountain of bubbles or like the flowery scent all that much, he wanted to treat Ameris and this seemed to be one way to do it.
Once that was completed, M’ris returned to the sitting area to wait for his guest.
There was also the bonus that he was able to pick the goldrider he wanted as his Weyrwoman and he jumped at the chance to have Ameris at his side. He was fond of the woman but M’ris was still hesitant after all this time to still truly look at the feelings or pay anything too much thought. He enjoyed her company both for being her own woman and for the few similarities she bore to his mate he lost in exile eighteen years ago. It was hard to believe it had been that long without Sarendall but when he realized how many of those years were blurred together from depression and drinking himself into oblivion, he had a better understanding as to how he both managed to survive that long and not realize that much time had passed.
Still, Ameris wasn’t entirely like Sarendall and M’ris found himself often left intrigued by the dark-haired beauty. That in itself was surprising given how he did his best to avoid meaningful relationships and keep a bit detached from real feelings. That was one thing that actually worried him; Ameris was clever and one day would see through him, calling him out more than she already did on his behaviour and decisions.
M’ris realized the annoying background hum that was actually the Weyrlingmaster’s voice had stopped and he looked up from the sheet of paper he had been pretending to read and stopped drumming his fingers on his leg. “We’ll continue this at a later date. I have a lot on my mind at the moment. I’ll call for you when I’m ready for the report.” He waved the man away and breathed a sigh of relief as he slumped comfortably in his chair. It wasn’t entirely a lie; he did have a lot on his mind, though it wasn’t really of the professional sort. He’d been caught up thinking about his Weyrwoman, their child that was due soon, and how hard Ameris had been working to help in her portion of running Ista.
Perhaps he’d finally be able to convince her to delegate more of her duties to the other goldriders and assistants she had running around so she could rest more. Ameris had told him her pregnancy with Rislan had been easy but still he worried. He didn’t want anything to happen that would jeopardize mother or child.
That settled it.
“Mosiath, please ask your gold beauty to ask Ameris to meet me in an hour. Let her know Kelnar and his mother will come by to get Rislan for the night. The boy keeps asking to have him stayover again.” None of his children lived with him but he was a somewhat attentive dad when he could be and his youngest had grown quite fond of Ameris’ son given they were of the same age and shared many common interests. Kelnar’s mother was also a woman he trusted enough to let Rislan stay with and knew he’d be well looked after.
As the bronze dragon relayed the message, M’ris went down to the lower caverns and ordered hot water to be sent up to his weyr for his personal bath. That was one of the perks of being a Weyrleader; he didn’t have to use common baths anymore and had his own that was large enough for two, though he hadn’t had need to share it yet. Despite the evening meal having ended a short time earlier, M’ris also asked to have a tray of fruits – minus red fruit due to his severe allergy – set up for snacking on later.
Returning to his weyr, M’ris quickly tidied up random dishes and clothes he had stripped off haphazardly over the last several days and changed into a comfortable outfit for lounging around in. When the hot water was brought up, he went about preparing the bath, adding in some special soap that produced fluffy bubbles. When he was last at an Ista Hold gathering, he found out this was the latest trend for the lady Holders and while he didn’t fully understand the joy of sitting in the mountain of bubbles or like the flowery scent all that much, he wanted to treat Ameris and this seemed to be one way to do it.
Once that was completed, M’ris returned to the sitting area to wait for his guest.
