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22.Jul.22, 08:28 PM
“When she gets here, maybe we’ll host a family dinner,” it had been a while since they had everyone together for such a gathering thanks to schedules, Flights, and the recent poisonings. Casa probably wouldn’t be able to come but A’tay knew she also wasn’t fussed one way or the other over family time. She liked spending time with her siblings but R’nd didn’t seem to be a priority and being Weyrwoman did take up a lot of time. He’d make her something and visit when he got back to Ista.
A’tay was about to protest when the list was tucked away but he nodded. Double checking her supplies was wise and he was going to go in a day or two anyway so there wasn’t a rush at making sure he got the list. And then that was the least of his issues when Cazan picked up on what he had said quicker than he had and his gaze dropped to the carving. He probably could have handled a little light banter if it had just been Cazan but Malvayth picked up on it as well and A’tay was slowly starting to die again. Wasn’t she supposed to get distracted easily and forget things? Why was she so hyper fixated on him that day? Probably something to do with Xyxyth pleasing her so much. She had said Xyxyth was a good winner so he had to be as well.
He forced himself to look up and saw that Malvayth was fully focused on him and he gave the dragon a small crooked smile that may have been borne more from intimidation than any genuine reason for smiling. A large gold staring him down wasn’t something he thought would happen too often but spending time on the Sands was changing a lot of things in his life. Like how easily he just gave in—though it was a bit easier speaking to the dragon than the rider in some cases. “Cazan was a good wrestler as well. But T’ryn would be sad if Yfris didn’t get his promised prize and you know how Cazan likes to take her time for quality.” Both excuses sounded like actual reasons the mated pair would use on Malvayth but A’tay couldn’t look at Cazan for confirmation. He hadn’t been lying—he had enjoyed himself that night but neither of them needed that added complication in their lives so eye contact was best avoided for a little bit.
We can play again when you’re ready! That way, everyone wins again and maybe more prizes for all as well. Xyxyth sounded so pleased with his idea that A’tay couldn’t bring himself to argue or insist they weren’t ever coming back to Telgar so they could ensure they’d never be around Malvayt’s Flights again. It kind of went back to his earlier statement of not having the heart to deny his dragon after the first time he managed it. Besides, Malvayth would likely think that was too predictable and a boring routine anyway.
A’tay was about to protest when the list was tucked away but he nodded. Double checking her supplies was wise and he was going to go in a day or two anyway so there wasn’t a rush at making sure he got the list. And then that was the least of his issues when Cazan picked up on what he had said quicker than he had and his gaze dropped to the carving. He probably could have handled a little light banter if it had just been Cazan but Malvayth picked up on it as well and A’tay was slowly starting to die again. Wasn’t she supposed to get distracted easily and forget things? Why was she so hyper fixated on him that day? Probably something to do with Xyxyth pleasing her so much. She had said Xyxyth was a good winner so he had to be as well.
He forced himself to look up and saw that Malvayth was fully focused on him and he gave the dragon a small crooked smile that may have been borne more from intimidation than any genuine reason for smiling. A large gold staring him down wasn’t something he thought would happen too often but spending time on the Sands was changing a lot of things in his life. Like how easily he just gave in—though it was a bit easier speaking to the dragon than the rider in some cases. “Cazan was a good wrestler as well. But T’ryn would be sad if Yfris didn’t get his promised prize and you know how Cazan likes to take her time for quality.” Both excuses sounded like actual reasons the mated pair would use on Malvayth but A’tay couldn’t look at Cazan for confirmation. He hadn’t been lying—he had enjoyed himself that night but neither of them needed that added complication in their lives so eye contact was best avoided for a little bit.
We can play again when you’re ready! That way, everyone wins again and maybe more prizes for all as well. Xyxyth sounded so pleased with his idea that A’tay couldn’t bring himself to argue or insist they weren’t ever coming back to Telgar so they could ensure they’d never be around Malvayt’s Flights again. It kind of went back to his earlier statement of not having the heart to deny his dragon after the first time he managed it. Besides, Malvayth would likely think that was too predictable and a boring routine anyway.
