01.Oct.18, 11:01 AM
Jalazmar sat patiently in the office of the Weyrleader, doing his best at being polite and not give in to being nosy. No doubt if Xyliah was there with him, they’d both laugh as they peeked at papers or got a little handsy with each other while they were alone. He was surprised at how much and how quickly fondness for her had grown. He still wouldn’t call it love, though he loved a lot of things about her, but he was happy she was his wife and even looked forward to the years ahead that had her at his side. The only reason she currently wasn’t at his side was because the Weyrleader was showing her around the Weyr while his office was in use for a meeting. He could only imagine what M’ris thought about his request but at least he had given in to it.
He had noticed the way F’drel was always excited to see his siblings that were gifted to him at his wedding but Jalazmar also saw more than that. The greenrider seemed afraid to take up the offer to relax and visit with his siblings any time he wanted –so long as their chores were done but they weren’t kept that busy. A talk was needed and now was the time. Neutral ground seemed like a good idea. If F’drel didn’t seem comfortable staying too long at the Hold, he probably wouldn’t like a Lord popping by his weyr either. Unfortunately, that also meant he had to be a bit sneaky in getting the meeting to happen in the first place so the poor greenrider had no idea why M’ris had summoned him to his office. Jalazmar wondered if it was like being told to see your father after the Harper ratted you out for not paying a lick of attention to the lesson that day.
It was why Jalazmar had put a lot of thought into the meeting, asking for a neutral room, some juice brought up after F’drel had already arrived – he didn’t want to make it seem like he was trying to get the greenrider drunk or that he had done anything to the drink – and even how they would be sitting in two identical chairs. Maybe he was over thinking things, but given that his siblings were drudges, it seemed safe to assume that F’drel had been one before being Searched as well. It also helped that Kelikki and Xyliah got along and she shared a few simple facts like how F’drel, Fendrel at the time, was a drudge in Nabol when he was fostered there. Was that why the man seemed so familiar? They would have both been rather young at the time so it seemed doubtful, though the name did ring a few bells.
He was lost in thought, trying once more to remember more details about his time in Nabol when he heard the knock and door open. Standing, Jalazmar readied to greet the greenrider.
He had noticed the way F’drel was always excited to see his siblings that were gifted to him at his wedding but Jalazmar also saw more than that. The greenrider seemed afraid to take up the offer to relax and visit with his siblings any time he wanted –so long as their chores were done but they weren’t kept that busy. A talk was needed and now was the time. Neutral ground seemed like a good idea. If F’drel didn’t seem comfortable staying too long at the Hold, he probably wouldn’t like a Lord popping by his weyr either. Unfortunately, that also meant he had to be a bit sneaky in getting the meeting to happen in the first place so the poor greenrider had no idea why M’ris had summoned him to his office. Jalazmar wondered if it was like being told to see your father after the Harper ratted you out for not paying a lick of attention to the lesson that day.
It was why Jalazmar had put a lot of thought into the meeting, asking for a neutral room, some juice brought up after F’drel had already arrived – he didn’t want to make it seem like he was trying to get the greenrider drunk or that he had done anything to the drink – and even how they would be sitting in two identical chairs. Maybe he was over thinking things, but given that his siblings were drudges, it seemed safe to assume that F’drel had been one before being Searched as well. It also helped that Kelikki and Xyliah got along and she shared a few simple facts like how F’drel, Fendrel at the time, was a drudge in Nabol when he was fostered there. Was that why the man seemed so familiar? They would have both been rather young at the time so it seemed doubtful, though the name did ring a few bells.
He was lost in thought, trying once more to remember more details about his time in Nabol when he heard the knock and door open. Standing, Jalazmar readied to greet the greenrider.