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20.Aug.22, 04:16 PM
T’ryn was sitting alone at a little side desk in the Weyrsecond’s office with his chair pushed back enough that he could lean forward and rest his cheek on the smooth wooden surface. He was still reeling from the news that he was going to be a Weyrsecond in roughly six months. It had only been twenty-four hours ago that the news broke and no amount of begging S’far to reconsider had worked. It didn’t matter that he had done more work than the others in the program over the last several months with K’dar being injured and heartbroken or the fact that he loved paperwork and maybe sort of did enjoy being kept busy. It had never been his goal. Syrendryth constantly told him over the years he dreamed too small and maybe he had. If S’far believed in him and Cazan was proud of him for getting the promotion, then maybe he should believe in himself as well.
Malvayth is asking after a basket of fruit. Did you leave it for Cazan or are you gifting it to someone later? “What?” His dragon’s question was odd and left T’ryn confused but mostly because he wasn’t sure if he had left fruit out for Cazan that day. Everything had been a blur as he moved through his day without much thought into his actions. Prepping a light meal for his mate to find when she realised the hour was normal because he couldn’t always sneak away to bring her something personally. But he didn’t think he’d left fruit out for her. Not just fruit. A basket of it and it apparently says it’s from you.
T’ryn bolted up right. That definitely wasn’t something he would do. He always brought her food on plates and left it in her workshop to be found easily enough, no notes required. It’s not from me! Don’t let anyone touch it! I’m coming home!The fruit is not from T’ryn! Do not touch anything! Syrendryth didn’t waste time going through Malvayth as he spoke directly to Cazan. He felt T’ryn’s fear and knew what could come of any hesitation with so many little hands that could get into anything. T’ryn was out the door and running down the corridor to his home where he desperately hoped he wasn’t too late. Images of Parella dead on their floor haunted him as much as the attack on Cazan and Cazelarias did and now they were merging together and he didn’t know what he would do if he found her on the floor again.
“Cazan!” He started calling for her when he was still out in the hall, his fear growing and knowing he should prepare for the worst but that terrified him even more. “Zannie?” He called out again as soon as he was through the door, eyes frantically darting around the space until he saw her. There was a second of relief but he still didn’t know if she was safe and he closed the space between them without thought as his hands roamed her face, arms, head, everywhere he could touch to confirm she was real and okay. “Did anyone eat any of it? Smell? How do you feel?” Parella had only sniffed a flower, what if it was the same with the fruit?
T’ryn bolted up right. That definitely wasn’t something he would do. He always brought her food on plates and left it in her workshop to be found easily enough, no notes required. It’s not from me! Don’t let anyone touch it! I’m coming home!
“Cazan!” He started calling for her when he was still out in the hall, his fear growing and knowing he should prepare for the worst but that terrified him even more. “Zannie?” He called out again as soon as he was through the door, eyes frantically darting around the space until he saw her. There was a second of relief but he still didn’t know if she was safe and he closed the space between them without thought as his hands roamed her face, arms, head, everywhere he could touch to confirm she was real and okay. “Did anyone eat any of it? Smell? How do you feel?” Parella had only sniffed a flower, what if it was the same with the fruit?
