17.Oct.20, 01:29 AM
"Oh, you know me. I'm always doing well. Mostly ignored and left to my own devices so long as I don't bring shame and ruin to the Hold. You know how it is," Yris hand waved the comment as if it wasn't that big of a deal. And he knew Cazan knew exactly how it was as well given their chats at that delightfully dull dinner. They both had better things to do and places they would much rather be and he had to admit, it was impressive at how far she had been willing to go to forge her own path.
He led them to an open-sided tent that had rows of tables and chairs, claiming a spot that wasn't too busy before disappearing to grab them drinks. "On me since I so rudely interrupted your date. Ale for all. Thought we would keep it simple given the time and place. We can be classy fucks another time and sip our wine as we look down our noses at others. Tazikel is a master of giving looks of disdain so it wouldn't feel quite right without him."
He settled into the chair opposite the pair and continued smiling brightly. The look on T'ryn's face was one he was used to getting. The boy couldn't decide when he was serious or joking and it was bothering him. Just the way Yfris liked it. He waited until Cazan had finished having a drink before returning to the question posed not too long ago--though he had noticed T'ryn hadn't touched his drink yet.
"Oh, my young bride-to-be passed away last year. Some sort of ailment. Or was it a horse accident? No, no, I think she was ill." It was sickness that claimed the girl's life but he couldn' let them think he was actually responsible in any way. It was nice when everyone believed he was a complete slacker so when he genuinely messed up, it was just another silly mistake by the silly second son.
"I also don't think your mother is quite disappointed anymore. Once she caught word, the letters started again... what's your stance on open relationships? Perhaps polyamorous?" He gave another wink to T'ryn who looked like he was already piecing together what was about to be said. "You mother wishes us to be wed, Cazzy. Something about how I'm possibly the only lord on Pern that wouldn't mind you bringing home a dragon. I haven't decided if I'm flattered or not."
He led them to an open-sided tent that had rows of tables and chairs, claiming a spot that wasn't too busy before disappearing to grab them drinks. "On me since I so rudely interrupted your date. Ale for all. Thought we would keep it simple given the time and place. We can be classy fucks another time and sip our wine as we look down our noses at others. Tazikel is a master of giving looks of disdain so it wouldn't feel quite right without him."
He settled into the chair opposite the pair and continued smiling brightly. The look on T'ryn's face was one he was used to getting. The boy couldn't decide when he was serious or joking and it was bothering him. Just the way Yfris liked it. He waited until Cazan had finished having a drink before returning to the question posed not too long ago--though he had noticed T'ryn hadn't touched his drink yet.
"Oh, my young bride-to-be passed away last year. Some sort of ailment. Or was it a horse accident? No, no, I think she was ill." It was sickness that claimed the girl's life but he couldn' let them think he was actually responsible in any way. It was nice when everyone believed he was a complete slacker so when he genuinely messed up, it was just another silly mistake by the silly second son.
"I also don't think your mother is quite disappointed anymore. Once she caught word, the letters started again... what's your stance on open relationships? Perhaps polyamorous?" He gave another wink to T'ryn who looked like he was already piecing together what was about to be said. "You mother wishes us to be wed, Cazzy. Something about how I'm possibly the only lord on Pern that wouldn't mind you bringing home a dragon. I haven't decided if I'm flattered or not."