26.Feb.18, 12:19 AM
Consciousness came to F’drel slowly, staying with his eyes closed while his muddled thoughts put together all the things that seemed out of place. For one, the lighting was all wrong, coming in the weyr from the wrong angle for morning. He was also not wrapped up in a blanket, which was unusual for him as he always had at least one layer on even the hottest nights, but even without one he was still fairly warm. Even more confusing, he was pretty sure something was brushing gently against his arm and after a few more moments he realized someone was speaking to him — probably the source of the arm touching — though the only words he managed to process were “…maybe introductions.” Introductions?
“Fuck.” F’drel mumbled, eyes still closed, as Halomirth’s first flight came back into his head. Right. That had happened. So the man talking was the rider of the winner, who was… F’drel had no idea. He remembered Halomirth being caught, but he couldn’t figure out who had caught her. A blue, but not one they knew.
His name’s Zeianth. Halomirth said, and her mindvoice sounded sleepy, though the tone was cheerful. I like him. F’drel sent fondness through their bond at that, quite possibly her most used phrase considering she liked practically everyone she met. And a nice dragon didn’t necessarily mean a nice rider. He’s friends with Aveleth. And wasn’t that an interesting example of the principle. Do you think it would be mean of me to ask Zeianth to say hi to him for me? Since Aveleth chased me and all. Halomirth said a bit worridly. Why don’t you ask Zeianth? F’drel suggested. Ooh, yes, good idea. she said, and F’drel felt her presence fade a bit as she turned her attention to the blue she was curled up beside.
Having checked in with Miri, F’drel slowly opened his eyes to see their human Flight winner. Nope, definitely not someone he knew.
“Hey.” He said quietly, not entirely sure what protocol was here. A greeting seemed a good enough place to start though.
“Fuck.” F’drel mumbled, eyes still closed, as Halomirth’s first flight came back into his head. Right. That had happened. So the man talking was the rider of the winner, who was… F’drel had no idea. He remembered Halomirth being caught, but he couldn’t figure out who had caught her. A blue, but not one they knew.
His name’s Zeianth. Halomirth said, and her mindvoice sounded sleepy, though the tone was cheerful. I like him. F’drel sent fondness through their bond at that, quite possibly her most used phrase considering she liked practically everyone she met. And a nice dragon didn’t necessarily mean a nice rider. He’s friends with Aveleth. And wasn’t that an interesting example of the principle. Do you think it would be mean of me to ask Zeianth to say hi to him for me? Since Aveleth chased me and all. Halomirth said a bit worridly. Why don’t you ask Zeianth? F’drel suggested. Ooh, yes, good idea. she said, and F’drel felt her presence fade a bit as she turned her attention to the blue she was curled up beside.
Having checked in with Miri, F’drel slowly opened his eyes to see their human Flight winner. Nope, definitely not someone he knew.
“Hey.” He said quietly, not entirely sure what protocol was here. A greeting seemed a good enough place to start though.