01.Apr.18, 04:16 PM
Mulrissa smiled at B’jin and R’nd as she opened the door to let them inside. She laughed good-naturedly at B’jin’s greeting, curtsying a little in return before leaning in to receive R’nd’s greeting as B’jin wandered further into the weyr.
“As do you, of course.” She replied to his compliment, gently leading him further into the weyr and towards some of the chairs. They were briefly waylaid by B’jin bringing them glasses of wine, though Rissa was hardly complaining about being handed a generous glass of Benden. She returned R’nd’s toast and gestured towards a chair, indicating he should take it. After he had taken a seat, she lightly sat down on one of the dining chairs that had been moved around, keeping an eye on the weyr door.
“Hmn,” She said, tapping a finger against her cheek in thought to B’jin’s question about other guests. “I’ve gotten a lot of ‘maybes,’ so I can hardly give a full list. I know J’shom of Siolilth was planning on stopping by, and G’nen of Yanth was going to visit with his eldest daughter. She and my Ginorra were playmates in Katila.” Rissa explained, “Hopefully Galatea will be able to keep her company tonight. Give them someone to talk to besides us boring adults.” She laughed, though her wish for Ginorra to have a friend there was genuine. Her daughter had loaded a plate full of cheese, crackers, and other nibbles before slinking off to cloister herself in her bedroom as soon as the food had been brought up. Ginorra was a bit shy, so Mulrissa hoped a friend being at the dinner party might make her more comfortable. Rissa snuck a glance towards the entry to Bedith’s portion of the weyr, where she could her quiet voices coming through from the door, Chalris’ among them. Her other child had brought his Candidate friends to meet a gold dragon. Many of them had likely never been so close and personal with a gold before. Bedith’s pleasure at being the center of attention was palpable.
’Are you keeping the Candidates in line, dear?’ Mulrissa asked her dragon. If the gold beast were uncomfortable in any way she knew the space would have been cleared in seconds, with slightly terrified Candidates rushing back into the main room of the weyr. She could feel Bedith chuckle at the image.
They are being appropriately respectful. Bedith preened, sending Rissa the image of awestruck young faces.
’Good. Hopefully they stay that way.’ Satisfied her dragon and son weren’t getting in — or more likely, causing — any sort of trouble, she returned her attention to her guests.
“How have you two been?” She asked, taking another sip of wine. “It’s been a while since we properly chatted.”
Shamelessly enables myself to throw in some of my other less-played characters.
“As do you, of course.” She replied to his compliment, gently leading him further into the weyr and towards some of the chairs. They were briefly waylaid by B’jin bringing them glasses of wine, though Rissa was hardly complaining about being handed a generous glass of Benden. She returned R’nd’s toast and gestured towards a chair, indicating he should take it. After he had taken a seat, she lightly sat down on one of the dining chairs that had been moved around, keeping an eye on the weyr door.
“Hmn,” She said, tapping a finger against her cheek in thought to B’jin’s question about other guests. “I’ve gotten a lot of ‘maybes,’ so I can hardly give a full list. I know J’shom of Siolilth was planning on stopping by, and G’nen of Yanth was going to visit with his eldest daughter. She and my Ginorra were playmates in Katila.” Rissa explained, “Hopefully Galatea will be able to keep her company tonight. Give them someone to talk to besides us boring adults.” She laughed, though her wish for Ginorra to have a friend there was genuine. Her daughter had loaded a plate full of cheese, crackers, and other nibbles before slinking off to cloister herself in her bedroom as soon as the food had been brought up. Ginorra was a bit shy, so Mulrissa hoped a friend being at the dinner party might make her more comfortable. Rissa snuck a glance towards the entry to Bedith’s portion of the weyr, where she could her quiet voices coming through from the door, Chalris’ among them. Her other child had brought his Candidate friends to meet a gold dragon. Many of them had likely never been so close and personal with a gold before. Bedith’s pleasure at being the center of attention was palpable.
’Are you keeping the Candidates in line, dear?’ Mulrissa asked her dragon. If the gold beast were uncomfortable in any way she knew the space would have been cleared in seconds, with slightly terrified Candidates rushing back into the main room of the weyr. She could feel Bedith chuckle at the image.
They are being appropriately respectful. Bedith preened, sending Rissa the image of awestruck young faces.
’Good. Hopefully they stay that way.’ Satisfied her dragon and son weren’t getting in — or more likely, causing — any sort of trouble, she returned her attention to her guests.
“How have you two been?” She asked, taking another sip of wine. “It’s been a while since we properly chatted.”
Shamelessly enables myself to throw in some of my other less-played characters.