[PRP] nothing better to do [ t'nus&minimuth + ???

[houllow]

The the latest batch no longer his primary concern, T'nus decided to take a day for himself. It was honestly strange to do considering he couldn't recall the last time he'd taken a proper break, and yet here he was with a drink in hand and looking out at the evening sky. The bronzerider wasn't much of a social drinker, or a socialite period, and so he took his pleasures apart from the crowds yet still close enough that he'd been visible if needed.

It made him feel old, in a way, to have watched this latest clutch happen. He'd been there for the riders when they were candidates, watched on the sands as those Impressions had happened. It felt like it had happened only within the last Turn but clearly longer, as that same fighting bronze and sweet gold had properly sired a large clutch. He'd never thought for that to happen but then, wasn't life full of surprises? The dragons were just doing what they'd long been born to do and clearly the alcohol was making T'nus foolishly sentimental.

Maybe it would be better if he had someone to drink with? The Candidatemaster Second looked around, wondering if there was anyone nearby who might be willing to share his company if for a bit. The man wasn't enough of a deadglow to not know his own reputation, but he was also faintly buzzed enough to not care.

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[BastetAmun]

The hatching over and done with C'ryn had left Aresoth to his own devices. The bronze was proud and excited about his children now being here and yet he could feel a bit of sadness that went through their bond. They did not truly need their mother or father to watch over them any longer. Even knowing they would want to still spend time with him, to perhaps even allow him to help if they ever asked for his advice, it did not help to dull a bit of this paternal ache that filled him. But he was proud they had found Theirs and would be even prouder still watching as they grew through weyrling training.

As he moved through the crowds, sipping a drink, C'ryn noticed a man on his own. The side of the Candidatemaster second had the bronzerider move over to him, not speaking right away as he took up a spot beside him, looking over at everything.

"It was a good hatching T'nus." Pausing for a moment, glancing down at the drink he held before speaking. "I want to apologize for what Aresoth said during the Touching...He did not mean to insinuate anything about you and F'dral. I fear he was just worried for his children, I do not believe he thought he would be as...paternal as he is." Pausing his spiel and taking another sip of his drink.

"How is the young woman who was mauled by the blue? Is she okay?" C'ryn had been a foolish candidate before and made his own dragon angry at him for coveting another over him, he could understand the embarrassment of causing trouble at a touching after all. But Aresoth had not hatched out of the egg looking for vengeance against this slight, he had instead gone to his golden sisters need to put his brown brother in his place. He hoped the young woman would still stand and her dream was not ruined by this.

houllow

Hope this is good. C'ryn has been wanting to apologize for a while now. >>