16.Jul.21, 02:37 PM
That was one thing about Gangleri that was almost utterly reliable; the man was unflappable. Or, he came across that way. Ulliendis wasn’t a master at reading people though he thought he was damned good all the same and he couldn’t read minds like a dragon so he would never be able to say for certain. But Gangleri would smile and joke and let the anger of others just roll off his back. Like now. Damn him.
The anger fled out of him as he was chided and he rolled his eyes at the slap to the arm and beckoning, but he did follow like a good student—even if he wasn’t one anymore. “I’ve messed up plenty,” he grumbled under his breath but didn’t elaborate, “and it’s not a conspiracy if it’s true.” He had been trained not to trust easily and to always keep an eye over his shoulder so what did Gangleri expect? Ever since he packed up and left the Hall a year ago, it felt like he had more reason to be cautious, especially around certain people.
Ulliendis sighed and tried to shake himself out of the mood he had riled himself into. It was a party, he was fabulous, and he should be having a great time! Except it was still humid, his hair was still a nightmare, and one of the scratches from a hatchling’s tooth was itchy again. “Bring Geric with you next time. I miss him and I think he’d like to see a Weyr and how they’re constructed. I could give him a tour. The next Hatching is at Ista, by the way.” He hadn’t been there yet but he’d only need a couple of weeks to familiarize himself with the layout and snoop around thoroughly so he could give his friend a proper tour.
He accepted the drink and sipped it while glancing around the area, eyes finding a particular brunette with ease as she danced to a catchy tune. Ulliendis had decided that was the friend Gangleri was there for but even if he was wrong, the warning would still stand. “Be careful with Mylorah, Gangleri. She’s full of information as she knows everyone and loves to gossip but she’s a lot smarter, no, craftier than she appears.”
The anger fled out of him as he was chided and he rolled his eyes at the slap to the arm and beckoning, but he did follow like a good student—even if he wasn’t one anymore. “I’ve messed up plenty,” he grumbled under his breath but didn’t elaborate, “and it’s not a conspiracy if it’s true.” He had been trained not to trust easily and to always keep an eye over his shoulder so what did Gangleri expect? Ever since he packed up and left the Hall a year ago, it felt like he had more reason to be cautious, especially around certain people.
Ulliendis sighed and tried to shake himself out of the mood he had riled himself into. It was a party, he was fabulous, and he should be having a great time! Except it was still humid, his hair was still a nightmare, and one of the scratches from a hatchling’s tooth was itchy again. “Bring Geric with you next time. I miss him and I think he’d like to see a Weyr and how they’re constructed. I could give him a tour. The next Hatching is at Ista, by the way.” He hadn’t been there yet but he’d only need a couple of weeks to familiarize himself with the layout and snoop around thoroughly so he could give his friend a proper tour.
He accepted the drink and sipped it while glancing around the area, eyes finding a particular brunette with ease as she danced to a catchy tune. Ulliendis had decided that was the friend Gangleri was there for but even if he was wrong, the warning would still stand. “Be careful with Mylorah, Gangleri. She’s full of information as she knows everyone and loves to gossip but she’s a lot smarter, no, craftier than she appears.”