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17.May.18, 03:59 AM
F’drel had never really been one for procrastinating, but that morning was an exception. At breakfast he’d sat and stared into space for at least fifteen minutes, not eating, just staring. He’d oiled every patch of Halomirth’s hide twice, slowly rubbing the oil in with great focus. The plan for today was to escort Kelikki to Fort Hold. Which, on the surface, seemed fairly simple and a good thing. He got to see his sister. She, and their other siblings, were leaving Nabol. And yet.
And yet.
It had been over two turns since he’d seen her. F’drel had sent a few letters, one when he’d arrived at Ista to confirm he’d arrived safely, and one after Impressing to tell his siblings about Halomirth and his new name, and one or two others, but he hadn’t seen them in person. How had things changed for them? How much had he changed? Not physically, certainly, F’drel had gained the odd dragonrider delayed aging, but he was sure he was different. Were his siblings different?
There was also the guilt over not visiting them since being Searched. Really, F’drel felt he should have visited at least once, or arranged for them to come visit the Weyr, or something. But he’d been afraid of overstepping his bounds and causing trouble for them in Nabol. He’d been afraid of going to Nabol at all, to tell the truth. But now he could go there on the back of his own dragon, a dragonrider. Even as a greenrider F’drel knew he was special for Holders. And Miri was hardly a small green, so even more impressive than most. So he’d told himself he’d wait until Halomirth was all grown up before visiting. And then she’d Flown and still he’d hesitated. No one could dispute she was grown up, if still young, but the fear of how his siblings might receive him and who he might run into kept him away.
But now there were no more excuses. F’drel had been requested, by Kelikki herself, to bring her to Fort and he couldn’t say no. Not to his sister.
So, having stalled as long as he could justify, he and Halomirth were ready to go — or as ready as he’d ever be, and soon headed out of their weyr and into the sky. Halomirth blinked between as soon as she could get away with it, and within moments they were wheeling their way through the sky above Fort Hold, the tightness in F’drel’s stomach completely unrelated to their loss in altitude.
I get to meet your sister! I’m so excited! Miri piped up as they glided down, in an attempt to cheer her rider up. She really was excited, she knew so much about Kelikki from F’drel’s memories, and she seemed wonderful! F’drel may have had complex feelings about the reunion, but Halomirth’s were straightforward. Is that her? She asked, flashing F’drel the image of a dark haired woman who matched his memories.
’Yeah, that’s her.’ F’drel confirmed as the pair touched down in the overly familiar courtyard of the Lord Holder’s residence. He took a deep breath to brace himself before sliding off Halomirth’s neck, her encouragement and delight at meeting his family wrapping around him and steadying him.
And yet.
It had been over two turns since he’d seen her. F’drel had sent a few letters, one when he’d arrived at Ista to confirm he’d arrived safely, and one after Impressing to tell his siblings about Halomirth and his new name, and one or two others, but he hadn’t seen them in person. How had things changed for them? How much had he changed? Not physically, certainly, F’drel had gained the odd dragonrider delayed aging, but he was sure he was different. Were his siblings different?
There was also the guilt over not visiting them since being Searched. Really, F’drel felt he should have visited at least once, or arranged for them to come visit the Weyr, or something. But he’d been afraid of overstepping his bounds and causing trouble for them in Nabol. He’d been afraid of going to Nabol at all, to tell the truth. But now he could go there on the back of his own dragon, a dragonrider. Even as a greenrider F’drel knew he was special for Holders. And Miri was hardly a small green, so even more impressive than most. So he’d told himself he’d wait until Halomirth was all grown up before visiting. And then she’d Flown and still he’d hesitated. No one could dispute she was grown up, if still young, but the fear of how his siblings might receive him and who he might run into kept him away.
But now there were no more excuses. F’drel had been requested, by Kelikki herself, to bring her to Fort and he couldn’t say no. Not to his sister.
So, having stalled as long as he could justify, he and Halomirth were ready to go — or as ready as he’d ever be, and soon headed out of their weyr and into the sky. Halomirth blinked between as soon as she could get away with it, and within moments they were wheeling their way through the sky above Fort Hold, the tightness in F’drel’s stomach completely unrelated to their loss in altitude.
I get to meet your sister! I’m so excited! Miri piped up as they glided down, in an attempt to cheer her rider up. She really was excited, she knew so much about Kelikki from F’drel’s memories, and she seemed wonderful! F’drel may have had complex feelings about the reunion, but Halomirth’s were straightforward. Is that her? She asked, flashing F’drel the image of a dark haired woman who matched his memories.
’Yeah, that’s her.’ F’drel confirmed as the pair touched down in the overly familiar courtyard of the Lord Holder’s residence. He took a deep breath to brace himself before sliding off Halomirth’s neck, her encouragement and delight at meeting his family wrapping around him and steadying him.
