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01.Mar.18, 12:50 PM
He had spent the day with N’mor, having an amazing time skating and playing in the snow, but now that he was home in his own weyr and alone, T’ryn couldn’t stop thinking about the interaction his friend had with a bluerider. The bluerider – damnit, what was his name? – had definitely been happy to see N’mor but he didn’t come over and see him. What did that mean? It did look like the man was with someone else and they were getting ready to leave but couldn’t he still come over and say hi? Maybe he was being polite, knowing N’mor was with a friend as well?
Maybe, and he hated his brain so much for thinking it, it was a secret relationship they had and they were doing their best not to interact in public and the damn bluerider almost ruined it all by waving but was still able to pass it off as they were simply acquaintances that knew each other in passing because of some mundane reason and it was polite to greet those higher ranking than you?
T’ryn gasped for a breath as he realised that during his long winded run on thoughts, he forgot to breathe. Damnit, he was becoming a mess over something that likely wasn’t even worth thinking about!
Why was he even thinking about?
Oh, right. Because he’d had a crush on N’mor since weyrlinghood and he’d been fighting it ever since. They were both bronzeriders and it wasn’t appropriate for them to like men. If they bedded one, it was due to losing a gold Flight and appeasing their dragon. No one thought less of the bronzeriders for doing such a thing but they would certainly judge one for purposely taking another man to bed. N’mor wanted to be a Weyrleader and he wanted to be a Wingleader; surely such a romance would ruin their chances at both positions?
Assuming N’mor even liked him like that.
That was another problem; what if he found the courage to buck tradition and tell his best friend he wanted to drag him to bed and not leave it for a good two days and only because they were starving? Wow, he was more pathetic than he thought.
T’ryn sighed and put his head on his dining table and resisted the urge to bang it against the solid wood. That wouldn’t help anything but add to the headache that was forming. He supposed he should focus more on goldriders, like a proper bronzerider, or at least women in general. It wasn’t that he hated them like some of the men in the Weyr seemed to, and in fact, he could say he was really starting to like some of them. They made excellent company and even the (according to Syrendryth) ditzy ones were fun to talk to. He didn’t feel a pressure to be someone else when he was with some of the girls.
Actually, that was a good point. When he was with Casa, he felt normal and that he didn’t have to try to be perfect or hide his sense of humour or change anything. She was also extremely pretty, which was something that made him blush at times because why was a pretty girl paying him any amount of attention? He didn’t think he was any better than the next guy. Actually, he felt lacking compared to the next guy. Most dragonriders his age or ones that were more newly Impressed than him had given chase to at least a green. N’mor had even chased and won a gold. Syrendryth kept saying he wasn’t interested because T’ryn wasn’t and that made T’ryn feel guilty and wonder if he was broken. Knowing N’mor would have a clutch to his name soon and had some secret with an older bluerider made T’ryn feel like a child next to his mature and moving forward friend.
Another sigh and a growl of frustration echoed off the table before T’ryn sat up straight with wide eyes at the sound of a firelizard chirping at him. “Rell! What are you doing here? When did you get here?” T’ryn eyed his father’s blue firelizard suspiciously, convinced he had been there for a while before making himself known. Great, now his dad would get a mind full of images of his eldest son sulking alone. He’d just say he was tired from skating if asked. “Hand over the note, Rell. Please,” he finally noticed the rolled up parchment that was being held.
You left before I could let you know your aunt is inviting us and Ayontay to a late dinner tomorrow evening. She’s expecting you both to bring a guest. 7pm start.
T’ryn laughed despite all his self-induced head drama. R’nd never signed his quick letters to him. It was likely due to not knowing how to sign it. Should he use his name or refer to himself as ‘dad’? T’ryn could easily see R’nd with quill in hand, trying to convince himself to write the three-letter word but it scared him too much so he left it blank.
He was close to writing a reply that he was busy but stopped. He had promised Casa he’d take her to his aunt’s home sometime and what better time than during her mini gather and for a family dinner?
See you then, dad.
T’ryn smirked at the title he wrote down and gave the letter back to Rell to bring home. He quickly got to his feet and checked out his appearance in the mirror he had in his bedroom before taking off the sweater to leave a much lighter shirt on. He ran his fingers through his hair, decided it was good enough, and nearly ran over to Casa’s weyr where he hesitated with knocking.
Was it really okay to bring her? Why wouldn’t it be? They were friends and she was fun to spend time with. It was the perfect combination for a day of skating and dining. So he knocked, and then wondered if he should have brought a gift.
Oh good grief. His dragon huffed in annoyance and T’ryn happily ignored him.
Maybe, and he hated his brain so much for thinking it, it was a secret relationship they had and they were doing their best not to interact in public and the damn bluerider almost ruined it all by waving but was still able to pass it off as they were simply acquaintances that knew each other in passing because of some mundane reason and it was polite to greet those higher ranking than you?
T’ryn gasped for a breath as he realised that during his long winded run on thoughts, he forgot to breathe. Damnit, he was becoming a mess over something that likely wasn’t even worth thinking about!
Why was he even thinking about?
Oh, right. Because he’d had a crush on N’mor since weyrlinghood and he’d been fighting it ever since. They were both bronzeriders and it wasn’t appropriate for them to like men. If they bedded one, it was due to losing a gold Flight and appeasing their dragon. No one thought less of the bronzeriders for doing such a thing but they would certainly judge one for purposely taking another man to bed. N’mor wanted to be a Weyrleader and he wanted to be a Wingleader; surely such a romance would ruin their chances at both positions?
Assuming N’mor even liked him like that.
That was another problem; what if he found the courage to buck tradition and tell his best friend he wanted to drag him to bed and not leave it for a good two days and only because they were starving? Wow, he was more pathetic than he thought.
T’ryn sighed and put his head on his dining table and resisted the urge to bang it against the solid wood. That wouldn’t help anything but add to the headache that was forming. He supposed he should focus more on goldriders, like a proper bronzerider, or at least women in general. It wasn’t that he hated them like some of the men in the Weyr seemed to, and in fact, he could say he was really starting to like some of them. They made excellent company and even the (according to Syrendryth) ditzy ones were fun to talk to. He didn’t feel a pressure to be someone else when he was with some of the girls.
Actually, that was a good point. When he was with Casa, he felt normal and that he didn’t have to try to be perfect or hide his sense of humour or change anything. She was also extremely pretty, which was something that made him blush at times because why was a pretty girl paying him any amount of attention? He didn’t think he was any better than the next guy. Actually, he felt lacking compared to the next guy. Most dragonriders his age or ones that were more newly Impressed than him had given chase to at least a green. N’mor had even chased and won a gold. Syrendryth kept saying he wasn’t interested because T’ryn wasn’t and that made T’ryn feel guilty and wonder if he was broken. Knowing N’mor would have a clutch to his name soon and had some secret with an older bluerider made T’ryn feel like a child next to his mature and moving forward friend.
Another sigh and a growl of frustration echoed off the table before T’ryn sat up straight with wide eyes at the sound of a firelizard chirping at him. “Rell! What are you doing here? When did you get here?” T’ryn eyed his father’s blue firelizard suspiciously, convinced he had been there for a while before making himself known. Great, now his dad would get a mind full of images of his eldest son sulking alone. He’d just say he was tired from skating if asked. “Hand over the note, Rell. Please,” he finally noticed the rolled up parchment that was being held.
You left before I could let you know your aunt is inviting us and Ayontay to a late dinner tomorrow evening. She’s expecting you both to bring a guest. 7pm start.
T’ryn laughed despite all his self-induced head drama. R’nd never signed his quick letters to him. It was likely due to not knowing how to sign it. Should he use his name or refer to himself as ‘dad’? T’ryn could easily see R’nd with quill in hand, trying to convince himself to write the three-letter word but it scared him too much so he left it blank.
He was close to writing a reply that he was busy but stopped. He had promised Casa he’d take her to his aunt’s home sometime and what better time than during her mini gather and for a family dinner?
See you then, dad.
T’ryn smirked at the title he wrote down and gave the letter back to Rell to bring home. He quickly got to his feet and checked out his appearance in the mirror he had in his bedroom before taking off the sweater to leave a much lighter shirt on. He ran his fingers through his hair, decided it was good enough, and nearly ran over to Casa’s weyr where he hesitated with knocking.
Was it really okay to bring her? Why wouldn’t it be? They were friends and she was fun to spend time with. It was the perfect combination for a day of skating and dining. So he knocked, and then wondered if he should have brought a gift.
