01.Jan.21, 03:28 PM
Was she angry? Was it the hormones? Should he apologise?
T’ryn was mentally flailing despite being in a death grip of a hug. He still wasn’t convinced she was happy and was about to apologise and take back stating he didn’t want to ruin what they had when Malvayth’s chipper voice pointed out Cazan was happy. He visibly relaxed in the hug as he held her and even managed a chuckle. “I ran through so many potential reactions but crying wasn’t one of them. I’m glad they’re happy tears but I’m still sorry I made you cry.”
He continued to hold her, letting Cazan collect herself since he wasn’t done yet and T’ryn had a feeling he was about to set her off again. “I asked around and it seems like there’s no real ceremony or traditions with becoming mates. You just sort of announce that you are and call it done. However, I also know from sharing stories with my cousins that sometimes holders exchange rings so I thought we could blend the traditions. We can tell everyone but I also want to give you this.” T’ryn pulled away from Cazan so he could reach behind his neck and unclasp a necklace he’d been wearing under his shirt. He’d been too paranoid about losing it somewhere if it had stayed in a pocket—and one of his scenarios had Cazan jumping him for welcome home sex and seeing the ring and he’d ask her then.
He took Cazan’s right hand—having learned the left was for the holders’ wedding and Yfris’ ring would sit there—and after sliding the ring from the chain, slid it gently on her ring finger. T’ryn gave a sigh of relief when it seemed a decent fit and smiled. “Gold band to represent you and the stone was the closest I could get to Sy’s hide to represent me. Oh! And the chain for when you’re dyeing leathers or if you just want to keep us closer to your heart.” He grinned to show he knew how sappy that was as he leaned in to kiss his weyrmate.
T’ryn was mentally flailing despite being in a death grip of a hug. He still wasn’t convinced she was happy and was about to apologise and take back stating he didn’t want to ruin what they had when Malvayth’s chipper voice pointed out Cazan was happy. He visibly relaxed in the hug as he held her and even managed a chuckle. “I ran through so many potential reactions but crying wasn’t one of them. I’m glad they’re happy tears but I’m still sorry I made you cry.”
He continued to hold her, letting Cazan collect herself since he wasn’t done yet and T’ryn had a feeling he was about to set her off again. “I asked around and it seems like there’s no real ceremony or traditions with becoming mates. You just sort of announce that you are and call it done. However, I also know from sharing stories with my cousins that sometimes holders exchange rings so I thought we could blend the traditions. We can tell everyone but I also want to give you this.” T’ryn pulled away from Cazan so he could reach behind his neck and unclasp a necklace he’d been wearing under his shirt. He’d been too paranoid about losing it somewhere if it had stayed in a pocket—and one of his scenarios had Cazan jumping him for welcome home sex and seeing the ring and he’d ask her then.
He took Cazan’s right hand—having learned the left was for the holders’ wedding and Yfris’ ring would sit there—and after sliding the ring from the chain, slid it gently on her ring finger. T’ryn gave a sigh of relief when it seemed a decent fit and smiled. “Gold band to represent you and the stone was the closest I could get to Sy’s hide to represent me. Oh! And the chain for when you’re dyeing leathers or if you just want to keep us closer to your heart.” He grinned to show he knew how sappy that was as he leaned in to kiss his weyrmate.