it was rare that as riders you could let loose, relax, have fun. So tonight was a welcomed treat. The war college had thrown a party after the first battle. People had been lost, others injured irreversibly, some left haunted. Ridoc had been left haunted. The usual smile on his face was off, his eyes too dark, his behaviour erratic.

you two had a good thing going. it was fairly new, but sweet, comforting. Which was hard to find in a war college, which is why you cherished it so dearly. So to see this side of him was worrying as you watched him dance around with another drink in his hand. You two had different friends so it wasn’t unusual for you to go off with yours and him with his. But you couldn’t help but watch him.

Ridoc eventually moved over to the drinks table again, pushing through the crowd. His posture was lurching and my his dark. You decided to go see him, fix him, help him. You walked up to him and before you could speak he was already chirping away once he saw you.

“Heyy beautiful! Help me with this drink will ya?” even though he slurred he was relatively coherent, slinging an arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your head.