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20.Jun.21, 11:15 AM
Ghaeth’s happy rumble and greeting didn’t tell K’tir much. His dragon loved everyone, though he did have some favourites; not that it made cutting down the list any easier. When the throat clearing came, K’tir still couldn’t tell who it was since he had done his best to turn away most well-wishers and considered friends since the attack on himself. But the mention of wine made everything click together and the voice was suddenly familiar.
“Wine was always appreciated before and more so now,” K’tir managed a small smile in an attempt to convey he appreciated the gesture and maybe warn that he wouldn’t be his usual self. Gone were the days of being relaxed and simply enjoying life and all the delights it held. He took the wine, giving one slight nod in gratitude for the way Je’ler passed it to him. K’tir didn’t have to ask for it, hold out his hand and wait, or fumble around for the offering. It was appreciated how Je’ler wasn’t making anything more awkward than it already was.
“Your spiced blends always end up at the top of my list for your creations,” K’tir agreed, a hand running over the wineskin. It was an object he was familiar enough with that he knew one of the few colours it would be and fingers traced along the mouth currently sealed but would be easily opened later. Fuck it, why wait? He had the vintner there with him and it would be rude to make Je’ler wait for his verdict so he removed the cap and carefully brought it to his mouth. Bringing it to his mouth was a slow process. In the past, he could grab his mug and take a drink without paying much attention and it was muscle memory now that guided him but a few times since returning home, K’tir had smacked his teeth on the edge of a glass and had definitely spilt the contents here and there as well.
A cautious tilt of the wineskin was taken when he gently bumped the opening to his mouth and K’tir waited to only receive that little bit and not a face full that would run down his chin and chest. It was a smooth success and the wine even more so. K’tir took a moment to hold a sip in his mouth, swishing it around like Je’ler had told him was an appropriate way to get all the levels of the wine and then nodded with a swallow. “You’re right. You nailed this blend and I think it might be my second favourite. The one after our Flight is still top tier, however.” Maybe that was more due to the circumstances and his euphoric mood but K’tir had definitely appreciated that one.
After capping the wineskin once more, K’tir fiddled with it and gave a sigh. He couldn’t be mad at the question since it was something a friend would ask. He even appreciated someone wanted to check in with him but it was a reminder that the more he went out or let people in, the more he would hear various forms of that question. “I’m… well enough. I’m coming to terms with the Healers being right about my vision never returning and Ka-” K’tir struggled to say his daughter’s name and shook his head. “I’m not ready to talk about Katiryn.”
“Wine was always appreciated before and more so now,” K’tir managed a small smile in an attempt to convey he appreciated the gesture and maybe warn that he wouldn’t be his usual self. Gone were the days of being relaxed and simply enjoying life and all the delights it held. He took the wine, giving one slight nod in gratitude for the way Je’ler passed it to him. K’tir didn’t have to ask for it, hold out his hand and wait, or fumble around for the offering. It was appreciated how Je’ler wasn’t making anything more awkward than it already was.
“Your spiced blends always end up at the top of my list for your creations,” K’tir agreed, a hand running over the wineskin. It was an object he was familiar enough with that he knew one of the few colours it would be and fingers traced along the mouth currently sealed but would be easily opened later. Fuck it, why wait? He had the vintner there with him and it would be rude to make Je’ler wait for his verdict so he removed the cap and carefully brought it to his mouth. Bringing it to his mouth was a slow process. In the past, he could grab his mug and take a drink without paying much attention and it was muscle memory now that guided him but a few times since returning home, K’tir had smacked his teeth on the edge of a glass and had definitely spilt the contents here and there as well.
A cautious tilt of the wineskin was taken when he gently bumped the opening to his mouth and K’tir waited to only receive that little bit and not a face full that would run down his chin and chest. It was a smooth success and the wine even more so. K’tir took a moment to hold a sip in his mouth, swishing it around like Je’ler had told him was an appropriate way to get all the levels of the wine and then nodded with a swallow. “You’re right. You nailed this blend and I think it might be my second favourite. The one after our Flight is still top tier, however.” Maybe that was more due to the circumstances and his euphoric mood but K’tir had definitely appreciated that one.
After capping the wineskin once more, K’tir fiddled with it and gave a sigh. He couldn’t be mad at the question since it was something a friend would ask. He even appreciated someone wanted to check in with him but it was a reminder that the more he went out or let people in, the more he would hear various forms of that question. “I’m… well enough. I’m coming to terms with the Healers being right about my vision never returning and Ka-” K’tir struggled to say his daughter’s name and shook his head. “I’m not ready to talk about Katiryn.”
