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21.Jan.18, 06:57 AM
Z’rin agreed a drink would be nice as he set the plate on the indicated table and took his seat. He took the chance to glance around and appreciated how much of a home it felt like. That was one thing he had yet to achieve. In Katila, he didn’t have anything, which worked out well since he simply lived in the Candidates’ dorms until the landslide made everyone live in dorm-like rooms before they moved North again. Now, he still didn’t own much. He hadn’t returned home to see the family and friends that had abandoned him to the unknown of the South and he really didn’t know what his personal style was yet. His weyr was sparse with only the essentials and he didn’t really mind that. Or, at least he didn’t before seeing what a happy couple could build together.
By the time he was done inspecting the surroundings and brooding over not being a part of a happy couple or having paintings on his wall, Z’rin was more than ready for a good glass of vintage Benden. Actually, he didn’t think he had ever had that before either. Katilan wine was horrible and since being North, he had purchased wine at gathers and going to the market but he knew they only sold the more recent vintages at such locations. He accepted the glass with a smile and took a sip, not at all prepared for what a wine made by true craftsmen would be like. “Damn! Benden wine really is the best. Thanks for sharing this with me,” and he meant it. Z’rin wouldn’t have been surprised if it was normally kept for special occasions, or even just a night in with R’nd.
“Oh! Sorry, of course you can,” Z’rin slid the papers over to B’jin as he took another sip, taking a moment to savour it before swallowing. He was going to have to make friends with Benden holders. Or, he realized, suck up to R’nd some more. He was from the region and had family there and it was likely why they had the good stuff on standby.
As he reached for one of the pieces of cake, Z’rin watched for B’jin’s reaction to the letter. He had been curious about it since it landed in his hand and he hoped it wasn’t bad news. That would make their little impromptu social call awkward. “Good news, I hope?” He took a stab at opening the door to an explanation when it seemed like the greenrider wasn’t about to cry or throw his glass in anger. Also, whomever wrote their names on the envelope had lovely handwriting and Z’rin imagined a beautiful woman wrote it and wanted to know who she was.
By the time he was done inspecting the surroundings and brooding over not being a part of a happy couple or having paintings on his wall, Z’rin was more than ready for a good glass of vintage Benden. Actually, he didn’t think he had ever had that before either. Katilan wine was horrible and since being North, he had purchased wine at gathers and going to the market but he knew they only sold the more recent vintages at such locations. He accepted the glass with a smile and took a sip, not at all prepared for what a wine made by true craftsmen would be like. “Damn! Benden wine really is the best. Thanks for sharing this with me,” and he meant it. Z’rin wouldn’t have been surprised if it was normally kept for special occasions, or even just a night in with R’nd.
“Oh! Sorry, of course you can,” Z’rin slid the papers over to B’jin as he took another sip, taking a moment to savour it before swallowing. He was going to have to make friends with Benden holders. Or, he realized, suck up to R’nd some more. He was from the region and had family there and it was likely why they had the good stuff on standby.
As he reached for one of the pieces of cake, Z’rin watched for B’jin’s reaction to the letter. He had been curious about it since it landed in his hand and he hoped it wasn’t bad news. That would make their little impromptu social call awkward. “Good news, I hope?” He took a stab at opening the door to an explanation when it seemed like the greenrider wasn’t about to cry or throw his glass in anger. Also, whomever wrote their names on the envelope had lovely handwriting and Z’rin imagined a beautiful woman wrote it and wanted to know who she was.
