18.Dec.17, 01:02 PM
M’ris was in a surprisingly good mood considering he hated the political aspects of his position. But even though he was expected to mingle with the Holders and smile and play nice with the Lord Holder of Ista, he was still at a Gather and out of the Weyr for a bit. It was nice to get out and relax; as much as he could given the circumstances, but he felt he was doing a fine job. He was behaving nicely, though that was likely more in part of Ameris threatening him to be nice or else and he had a feeling she’d find creative ways to expand on that ‘or else’.
His mood was also soaring because he had managed to break away from the leaders for a bit to circle around the stalls and casually monitor his riders. They had worked hard to earn what little trust they did have from the Holders and a rider that got a bit out of hand and made a pass at the wrong person wasn’t going to ruin years’ worth of making peace. Then again, M’ris grinned behind the glass of mulled wine he was sipping from, it was more likely he’d be the one to get into trouble if he reverted to his old ways of getting piss-faced drunk and hitting on anyone that caught his eye. Good thing his life was mostly put back together and the chance of that scene happening was very low.
Being Weyrleader meant he had to know who everyone was, and while he found that to be a pain, even with Mosiath’s assistance, M’ris found it raised morale a bit and made the riders feel special. He spotted one of the more recently Impressed greenriders currently on his own and while he didn’t mingle with greens unless he absolutely had to, now seemed to be an appropriate time. He purchased another mulled wine as a gift for the young greenrider and wandered over to where he man was.
“Greetings, F’drel. Enjoying the Gather?” He smiled warmly at the man and offered the full glass to him, “heated and spiced just right.”
His mood was also soaring because he had managed to break away from the leaders for a bit to circle around the stalls and casually monitor his riders. They had worked hard to earn what little trust they did have from the Holders and a rider that got a bit out of hand and made a pass at the wrong person wasn’t going to ruin years’ worth of making peace. Then again, M’ris grinned behind the glass of mulled wine he was sipping from, it was more likely he’d be the one to get into trouble if he reverted to his old ways of getting piss-faced drunk and hitting on anyone that caught his eye. Good thing his life was mostly put back together and the chance of that scene happening was very low.
Being Weyrleader meant he had to know who everyone was, and while he found that to be a pain, even with Mosiath’s assistance, M’ris found it raised morale a bit and made the riders feel special. He spotted one of the more recently Impressed greenriders currently on his own and while he didn’t mingle with greens unless he absolutely had to, now seemed to be an appropriate time. He purchased another mulled wine as a gift for the young greenrider and wandered over to where he man was.
“Greetings, F’drel. Enjoying the Gather?” He smiled warmly at the man and offered the full glass to him, “heated and spiced just right.”