Wingrider Solai of Green Dragon Tyreth
Tag - Looking for Ao'mek | Open?
She walked into the room with a small rectangular sack at hand. The cord of her purse fit neatly around her wrist, while the bundle itself slipped between the folds of her dress, easily concealed from any casual eye. When she neared an empty table, she took care to inconspicuously deposit several pamphlets at the centre for guests to stumble upon. The content of them was nothing short of controversial, though Solai believed it should not have been. After all, why did they live in a world where slavery was still permitted? How could someone condone the practice of devaluing another human's life?
It was for this reason that Solai carefully emptied her pursue of pamphlets across the feast, scattering the abolitionist readings for the guests of Atricis to see. She would not be the only one, for Mul'rec easily convinced several riders from New Atricis and Evanoria to take on this act of protest. Once her purse was emptied, she slipped the empty sack into a dress pocket, and made her way to the banquet table to retrieve a goblet of wine. With her red wine at hand, she finally decided to survey the crowd to pick out the familiar faces... with a particular one in mind.
Do you fancy him?
Tyreth asked of the bluerider in mind.
I think I prefer amused,
Solai answered with a smirk. She would even go as far as to say curious, but she kept that word sealed in her mind for the meantime. Besides, she had guessed right when she said a bronze would hatch first during the hatching, therefore, Ao'mek owed her a few marks.
With Scarletto settled upon her shoulder, she began to weave her way through the crowd in search of the friendly face.
Revolutionist Mul'rec of Brown Dragon Galuth
Tag - Sid'nis | Rath
Mul'rec arrived in time to see Solai pluck a glass of wine from the table and sip at it. Judging by her posture as she manoeuvred through crowd, Solai had finished placing his work about the feast hall. Eyes scanned the crowding, noting his other pupils seeding words of descent against Walled. Perhaps the pamphlets might raise an important discussion to do away with slavery once and for all... and remove the mother in the process.
"Something on your mind?" a voice at his side asked.
Mul'rec glanced to the source to see Inez looking back up at him. "No, my daughter. Merely... recalling previous times here."
She gave a shake of her head. "Please don't call me that."
He would not test her. "Of course." Even after all this time, after everything that happened, Inez remained resolute on the nature of their relationship. Mul'rec would never be a father to her, only Mul'rec. After the rescue of Enide, the brownrider had hopes Inez would accept him as the father he was, but Inez remained distant to the idea. Perhaps given some time she might come around, but for now, she remained too preoccupied to reconsider. "And you?" he asked of her as he walked alongside of her with A'rosius two steps behind them. "You seem anxiously distracted."
Wingrider Inez of Brown Dragon Iorveth
Tag - Rhianwen
If Mul'rec suspected she was anxious, it was because Inez was
anxious. Since their arrival a handful of days ago, Inez wondered when she might finally see Rhianwen, though she had yet to gather the gumption to approach the woman. Instead, Inez busied herself with her family, and kept A'rosius company in her own home the last few nights rather than visit the dining hall. Afterall, what did one say to a past lover after over five turns of absence? After marriage? After children? Though eager to see Rhianwen, Inez feared she would not be well received, which was no less than she deserved.
You know she still loves you, just as much as you still love her.
Part of Inez knew this to be true, but the small voice within her feared what might happen if she was wrong. Finally, she found the words she needed to answer Mul'rec. "I'm worried about mother," she lied. Any matters of affection and love were none of his concern. "It would have been good for her to be here."
"I actually agree with her choice to remain behind. The time she spends with Rhianez and Hesiden is good for her, and she never did enjoy formal functions such as this one." Perhaps Mul'rec was right, about her mother. "Though I don't think your mother is the one on your mind."
"If you are a clever man, you'll know to keep your suspicions to yourself and give me peace," Inez warned him. With that warning, Inez set off into the crowd to put as much space between herself and Mul'rec as possible. She needed time to think, to process her words for when she finally found Rhianwen, and did not need to hear every one of Mul'rec's speculations about her well being in the process.
Wingrider Ambrosius of Blue Dragon Bowith
Tag - Mentioned Sid'nis | Open?
In silence, A'rosius found his step behind Inez and Mul'rec. Though he did not add to the conversation between the two of them, he heard enough of it to know Inez had become irritated by the older man's presence, thus when she departed from Mul'rec's company, he was not surprised in the slightest.
The brownrider had half a mind to follow after his daughter, thus A'rosius placed a cautionary hand on his shoulder. "Mul'rec, don't," A'rosius warned him.
Mul'rec sent a glare to the lean man dressed in his foppish attire, though A'rosius did not flinch at the gesture. Let Mul'rec be angry. It was not like brownrider could hurt him now. He had tried turns ago and failed, and now he lacked the ammunition to try again. Rather than speak out in irritation, Mul'rec fell into stride with A'rosius, the two men walking several handspans apart from one another.
A'rosius kept his arms folded behind his back. It was a protective gesture.
"Have you seen Sid'nis since your arrival?" Mul'rec asked after a period of silence.
A'rosius thought. How could he not have noticed Sid'nis as he accepted the open advances of a man when A'rosius so easily recalled the way he mourned over Kinali's death? It was not so long ago that Sid'nis broke down about his infidelity and the loss of his lover. Now he dallied openly with another. When A'rosius saw that, he came to realise he never knew Sid'nis. Everything in the past had become a lie to A'rosius, and for the first time, he regretted the fact that he ever letting Sid'nis come so close. A'rosius felt nothing but disgust for him, for how could a man be good, and yet flippantly accept the open advances of another man after committing an act of adultery? Good men reflected on their actions to learn from them, but bastards continued with them because they simply did not care. How could he have been so wrong about him?
His delay did not go unnoticed by Mul'rec. "I will take by your silence that you have not."
"If you wish to speak with him, he is right over there flirting with that man." The vitriol was audible enough for Mul'rec to raise a brow at him.
"You have not been mated to him in turns, after you left him. What does it matter that he is with another?" Mul'rec asked of him, genuinely curious.
The very sight of Sid'nis with another man after all that he had done... it was far too much for A'rosius to bear. The bluerider should not have allowed Sid'nis's actions to affect him, but it was difficult to withstand when the true nature of his first and only love was being thrown unabashedly in his face. "I think if you truly wish to know, you should ask him for yourself, Mul'rec. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to step away."
Mul'rec watched as the bluerider left him to slip out of sight. It was certainly an odd thing to see, though the brownrider now found himself curious about the very sight of Sid'nis. The man had changed visibly, and he wondered just what had happened to the man to inspire the alterations. A small part of him felt the edge of concern, though he kept it at bay for the meantime. Until Sid'nis provided him with a reason to be worried, he would refrain from succumbing to it.
Through the crowds he wove, until the bodies gave way, and the brownrider found the bluerider several arm lengths away. He closed the gap, a curious look in his eye as he reached his old friend. He did note the company, an older man to be sure. It seemed Sid'nis certainly had his tastes. "Sid'nis, you never cease to amaze me. Though truly, I must talk to the man who made you blonde. It's hardly suiting..." Before Sid'nis might take the brownrider seriously, Mul'rec's broad mouth curled in amusement as an indication he merely meant to tease an old friend.