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17.Feb.21, 04:50 AM
It had been two days since the Hatching and the worry she carried for her son was finally starting to leave her. She'd been so afraid to see him out there again after nearly losing him a year earlier but there was also some guilt. She had asked R'nya years ago to 'Search' Quinvalis so that he might have a better life at the Weyr. Until that moment her son Impressed, she wasn't sure he ever would and she had signed him up for disappointment after disappointment while constantly in danger.
But he had proven himself worthy--which she always believed even with the doubts from the set up--and Quilriana was beside herself with pride. Her son would be a bluerider and her daughter was getting an education at Healer Hall so she could assist the Weyr. It wasn't the life she had once thought they would have when they were on the farm but it was more than she ever could have hoped for when she brought them to her father's tavern a decade ago.
When Gangleri joined her, she was still thinking about her children more than actually reading but feigned interest in the book by finishing the page before setting it aside. One look at the Harper and Quilriana knew she hadn't been the only one lost in thought and wondered what was on his mind.
She nodded as he spoke, agreeing that she had enjoyed her time and that was why she was still there. Gangleri had convinced her to stay an extra few days to celebrate and properly relax. She hated not being at the tavern but also knew they were more than capable to run it without her for a few more days.
But the way he focused on the liveliness of the house and his brother had Quilriana narrowing her eyes a bit in suspicion. Was he going to tell her to stay forever? Surely he would get tired of her or being here himself and oh.
She idly patted Fret when he crawled into her lap but her gaze stayed on Gangleri. That proposal was unexpected. "I'm thrilled that you're considering a return to the Hall. You deserve your mastership and the chance to torment new young students properly," she teased lightly with a smile. But the other portion of his offer still left her speechless.
She was widowed in her twenties and only had R'nya show any true interest in her aside from some drunkards looking for a one night tumble. It wasn't like she was holding out for a love match and Quilriana knew she had been lucky her father hadn't tried to marry her off again--but two young kids likely put an end to any attempts he had made.
She did enjoy her time at the house and she felt Geric was warming up to her by the day so the offer was tempting. She didn't hate working at the tavern but it was non stop and maybe she had earned the right to some more downtime. But marriage?
"I already know you wouldn't ask more than I would give in the marriage so I won't ask for details, but really, Gangleri? I would be just as happy being taken on as a cook and cleaner." She shifted a bit, doing her best not to disturb Fret, and rested a hand on his arm. A little physical contact was always nice, especially when conveying serious moments. They joked so much, she always wanted to make sure he knew when she meant her words. "Why would you want to tie yourself to me when you could meet someone that deserves to be called your wife?"
But he had proven himself worthy--which she always believed even with the doubts from the set up--and Quilriana was beside herself with pride. Her son would be a bluerider and her daughter was getting an education at Healer Hall so she could assist the Weyr. It wasn't the life she had once thought they would have when they were on the farm but it was more than she ever could have hoped for when she brought them to her father's tavern a decade ago.
When Gangleri joined her, she was still thinking about her children more than actually reading but feigned interest in the book by finishing the page before setting it aside. One look at the Harper and Quilriana knew she hadn't been the only one lost in thought and wondered what was on his mind.
She nodded as he spoke, agreeing that she had enjoyed her time and that was why she was still there. Gangleri had convinced her to stay an extra few days to celebrate and properly relax. She hated not being at the tavern but also knew they were more than capable to run it without her for a few more days.
But the way he focused on the liveliness of the house and his brother had Quilriana narrowing her eyes a bit in suspicion. Was he going to tell her to stay forever? Surely he would get tired of her or being here himself and oh.
She idly patted Fret when he crawled into her lap but her gaze stayed on Gangleri. That proposal was unexpected. "I'm thrilled that you're considering a return to the Hall. You deserve your mastership and the chance to torment new young students properly," she teased lightly with a smile. But the other portion of his offer still left her speechless.
She was widowed in her twenties and only had R'nya show any true interest in her aside from some drunkards looking for a one night tumble. It wasn't like she was holding out for a love match and Quilriana knew she had been lucky her father hadn't tried to marry her off again--but two young kids likely put an end to any attempts he had made.
She did enjoy her time at the house and she felt Geric was warming up to her by the day so the offer was tempting. She didn't hate working at the tavern but it was non stop and maybe she had earned the right to some more downtime. But marriage?
"I already know you wouldn't ask more than I would give in the marriage so I won't ask for details, but really, Gangleri? I would be just as happy being taken on as a cook and cleaner." She shifted a bit, doing her best not to disturb Fret, and rested a hand on his arm. A little physical contact was always nice, especially when conveying serious moments. They joked so much, she always wanted to make sure he knew when she meant her words. "Why would you want to tie yourself to me when you could meet someone that deserves to be called your wife?"
