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23.Aug.22, 12:27 PM
T’ryn wasn’t prepared for S’far’s punny entrance, though he knew it was likely but mostly hoped the situation would stop it from happening. He made a higher pitched noise borne from being assaulted by three he knew were definitely intentional this time. But it was the one with his name that bothered him the most and earned the reaction. “My name works better as a visual pun, sir,” he pointed out, knowing he would see it regularly in any written correspondence they had from that point on. Something to look forward to once they made it through the current issue.
He went over to his family to kiss the cheeks of Cazan and their children. Despite some of his sexual antics, he really did prefer to behave in front of guests, especially his boss. He also knew it wasn’t the time to fuss over them and that they would even be fine with Kor’is lending his half-hearted hand. It was a good distraction from the news about the weyrlings and it saved him from running out the door behind K’dar. If Mylorah had been poisoned, K’dar’s sheer determination to save her would likely do it. Either way, he’d report his findings soon enough and that left T’ryn to be under scrutiny from S’far.
Only he really wasn’t. S’far just stated facts and seemed to accept without question that he was innocent. To be fair, it was odd that he’d sign his name on items intended to kill his family. “Playing it safe. Logically I know it’s likely just the fruit but fear for my family wants me to throw out everything that can’t be washed.” A glance at his family showed Vayren was already getting fussy so he went to the boy and rescued Kor’is from dealing with a toddler that was tired but didn’t want to go back to sleep. T’ryn carried him in a one arm hold, bouncing him lightly as he went to his desk to write down the orders from S’far. Seemed simple enough and made sense. He added that Syrendryth would currently be the point of contact for any questions and concerns before signing his name and ‘incoming Weyrsecond’ under it. It took a little bit of juggling but he managed to fold the paper enough for Lady to deliver it to the watch with Syrendryth agreeing to check in soon to make sure they understood everything.
“I don’t know why my name is on the baskets,” T’ryn turned back to S’far, finally needing to clarify that he had nothing to do with the attack. “Did I do something to upset someone? Maybe the promotion?”
“Or,” Yfris piped up from where he sat near Cazan yet somehow still maintaining distance from Carynza, though Sir had taken up prowling between them. “It’s a copycat that knows you’re the original killer and is sending a message.” T’ryn just levelled a look at the lordling. “What? I’ve known the Lord of High Reaches and his brothers for most of my life.” The way he said it made it sound like that should mean something to all of them but at least for T’ryn, it didn’t. He also didn’t ask for further clarification because he suspected it would make his head hurt. Luckily Syrendryth saved him from finding a polite way to move on from that horrifying idea by relaying from Tiberuth that Mylorah was fine.
“Mylorah didn’t eat any fruit,” he rested his head against Vayren’s as the boy nestled into his neck and shoulder, seeming to prepare for another attempt at a nap. “Currently, Ch’es is unconscious and I’vens’ dragon is poisoned as well.” It wasn’t the best outcome they could have hoped for but it wasn’t the worst either. But it was a reminder that they needed to send out letters immediately. “I was going to write warnings to my siblings in Ista--”
Ayyonth isn’t in the Weyr but Larrikith is. B’jin is down with Healers on the way. With eyes wide and unseeing, T’ryn pulled out his desk chair and sat on it, automatically shushing Vayren when he stirred a little. “R’nd and B’jin received a basket. R’nd’s not in the Weyr but B’jin is… he ate some fruit and a Healer is on his way.”
He went over to his family to kiss the cheeks of Cazan and their children. Despite some of his sexual antics, he really did prefer to behave in front of guests, especially his boss. He also knew it wasn’t the time to fuss over them and that they would even be fine with Kor’is lending his half-hearted hand. It was a good distraction from the news about the weyrlings and it saved him from running out the door behind K’dar. If Mylorah had been poisoned, K’dar’s sheer determination to save her would likely do it. Either way, he’d report his findings soon enough and that left T’ryn to be under scrutiny from S’far.
Only he really wasn’t. S’far just stated facts and seemed to accept without question that he was innocent. To be fair, it was odd that he’d sign his name on items intended to kill his family. “Playing it safe. Logically I know it’s likely just the fruit but fear for my family wants me to throw out everything that can’t be washed.” A glance at his family showed Vayren was already getting fussy so he went to the boy and rescued Kor’is from dealing with a toddler that was tired but didn’t want to go back to sleep. T’ryn carried him in a one arm hold, bouncing him lightly as he went to his desk to write down the orders from S’far. Seemed simple enough and made sense. He added that Syrendryth would currently be the point of contact for any questions and concerns before signing his name and ‘incoming Weyrsecond’ under it. It took a little bit of juggling but he managed to fold the paper enough for Lady to deliver it to the watch with Syrendryth agreeing to check in soon to make sure they understood everything.
“I don’t know why my name is on the baskets,” T’ryn turned back to S’far, finally needing to clarify that he had nothing to do with the attack. “Did I do something to upset someone? Maybe the promotion?”
“Or,” Yfris piped up from where he sat near Cazan yet somehow still maintaining distance from Carynza, though Sir had taken up prowling between them. “It’s a copycat that knows you’re the original killer and is sending a message.” T’ryn just levelled a look at the lordling. “What? I’ve known the Lord of High Reaches and his brothers for most of my life.” The way he said it made it sound like that should mean something to all of them but at least for T’ryn, it didn’t. He also didn’t ask for further clarification because he suspected it would make his head hurt. Luckily Syrendryth saved him from finding a polite way to move on from that horrifying idea by relaying from Tiberuth that Mylorah was fine.
“Mylorah didn’t eat any fruit,” he rested his head against Vayren’s as the boy nestled into his neck and shoulder, seeming to prepare for another attempt at a nap. “Currently, Ch’es is unconscious and I’vens’ dragon is poisoned as well.” It wasn’t the best outcome they could have hoped for but it wasn’t the worst either. But it was a reminder that they needed to send out letters immediately. “I was going to write warnings to my siblings in Ista--”
