Tag - Ao'mek
"Having a good time are we?"
Those lips kissed his cheek in a tease, "of course." The music sounded wonderful, giving her feet the urge to dance, the food smelled wonderful, the wine was divine... how could she hate it? Of course, it also helped her work of the evening had finished some time ago, so now she had the entire feast to spare for her friend. She turned to face him, with a smile played upon those lips. Already she knew what he planned to say. The fingers at his pocket said enough.
"I believe this is what I owe you."
Solai accepted the marks, and weighted them in her hand, though she would not insult him by inspecting the content of the pouch. Really, it was silly to do so, for she could always hunt him down after if needed. Instead, she pocketed it quickly and looked to him with a smirk. Feeling jovial on such a promising night, and in the company of a sweet and cute friend, she dared a step closer and gave him a coy look. "Want to get me a drink," she teased him. And yet, at the same time, she meant it. How could she not?
Open - Sid'nis and Rath mentioned
Yet A'rosius could not run, not again. It was too easy to tell Sid'nis off and leave. It was braver to stand up to him, his behaviour, and watch over their daughter, to protect her from his poor choices. Whether she was pained from Sid'nis drinking or his poor choice in lovers, A'rosius could finally step up as the father he needed to be, and show... Alyss... that life was different from the one Sid'nis had painted for her. Life needed morals, boundaries, and discipline, but the rewards were fruitful. I could give her a world Sid'nis fails to give her.
Bowith encouraged him.
Yes, Bowith was right. It was time A'rosius stop being so... brooding... Though part of it felt so hard when A'rosius stared at a product of his sex. Alyss, even her very name represented the struggle A'rosius faced with his identity. When Sid'nis gave her that name, A'rosius felt himself torn in two, but he lacked the will to refuse him. Looking back on that moment, the birth of his child, the very sound of her name, A'rosius wondered if that was what contributed to his own depression. The healers said it was postpartum depression, but A'rosius knew it was worse than that, and far more personal.
But it's the little things too, like what will she call me? Papa? She calls Sid that already, and telling her to call me that would only confuse her.
He felt the smirk of his dragon before he spoke.
The faintest smile found its way to his thin lips. Maybe. It was not a solution, though it certainly was a start. He would have dwelt on the positive, but then he spotted Mul'rec, and watched the man approach Sid'nis... watched him readily be received by Sid'nis with such enthusiasm to make a heart burst... except for A'rosius' own. It was enough to make his more dower mood return as he narrowed his eyes on the brownrider. Could A'rosius not make it passed one day in New Atricis without being reminded of all the hurt of the past? In the future, A'rosius knew it would get easier, but for the meantime, he swallowed the ache to survive the long night.
Tag - Sid'nis and Rath
"Son of a bitch... I can't believe it. Is it really fucking you, Mul'rec?"
"Yes, my old friend-" he ran a hand through those pallid locks and gripped the back of the man's neck in a sign of affection. Whether he meant it as a show of brotherhood or other remained difficult to discern "-It's me."
"It's been so many turns since I last saw you."
Mul'rec accepted the second hug with a resounding warmth. "I know, but I'm here now." He gave a kiss to the man's brow before he released him entirely to regard Sid'nis' new friend. Mul'rec always knew his manners... he just did not always care for them. For the now, however, he would mind them, if only for Sid'nis' sake.
"Sorry, where are my manners. Rath, this is one of my dearest and oldest friends, Brownrider Mul'rec. We flew together in Benden and then later here. Mul'rec, this is my very good friend and mentor, Masterhealer Rathiran."
Rathiran took the initiative and stepped forward. "It's good to finally meet you, Brownrider Mul'rec. Sid'nis has spoken very highly of you, so it's nice to finally see the man behind the name."
Mul'rec took the man's offered hand. "It's good to meet you too, Master Rathiran. I've actually heard a bit about you. My brother, Ma'lek, speaks highly of you." As he interacted with Rathiran, he made a passing glance over his shoulder, and spotted A'rosius in the distance. For the meantime, Mul'rec paid the bluerider little heed as he reconnected with his old friend.
Tag - Rhianwen and Dirce
I don't know if I can do this, Iorveth.
Yes, be brave. She had to be after turns of cowardice under the name of Nezi. The brownrider began to slip through the festive bodies, closing the distance between her and her lost love, a love lost because of Inez's own stubbornness. Rhianwen disserved more than she had ever given to her.
It was when another figure was framed by Inez's view, one that interacted with Rhianwen, that Inez found herself frozen once more. She recognised all the little tells that warned the brownrider that things might be harder than she initially perceived.
Iorveth, however, refused to let her give up.
The brown was right, and with a deep breath, Inez stepped forward, ready to confront the woman she had not spoken to since the day she left New Atricis. On her shoulder, Gwen churred in assurance, and in her mind, Iorveth comforted her, until she finally found herself intruding upon the private conversation with her very presence. No words managed to escape Inez as she neared Rhianwen and the newly Impressed. Instead, her tempestuous blue eyes regarded her alone, only to rain with sorrow. The threatening tears were dashed away from either eye before they could fall. Inez loathed the vulnerability she found herself in. After the last week, it was the very sight of Rhianwen standing before her that broke her. Despite turns of hopeful preparation, for the first time, Inez found herself at a loss for words.
Gwen, with her shrill of delight from Inez's shoulder, could always be counted upon to lighten the mood.
With a tearful chuckle, Inez looked to Rhianwen and wet her lips, but instead, she waited for the goldrider to utter the first words.