09.Jul.18, 08:17 PM
It was really unfair, to F’drel’s mind, how unpredictable this Flight business was. He hadn’t had any forewarning (that he’d noticed, though others could probably say differently) for Miri’s maiden Flight, and this second one was also completely out of the blue. At least she hadn’t been Flying every other month, but this first year, no established schedule business was a right pain. He’d only had maybe a minute between realizing Halomirth was proddy and his green launching herself into the air.
Which meant F’drel had no idea where he currently was. He’d been going to the store rooms to pick up some soapsand for Halomirth, which was nowhere near his own weyr, so of course that was when she’d decided she wanted attention of the male variety. And, even though he had no idea where he was or who he was with — he could feel their arm thrown over his stomach — Miri was so damn happy F’drel couldn’t even feel more than vaguely annoyed about it.
’What are you so pleased about?’ he asked her sleepily, not bothering to open his eyes yet, ’Or should I ask who?’ He didn’t think it was Zeianth again, he knew D’hys well enough by now to tell that whoever was next to him was not that particular bluerider, but he couldn’t remember who had given chase, let alone who won, and Miri had so many friends she would have been happy to be caught by.
Aveleth. she trilled shyly, and F’drel could feel the delight at that radiating off her.
Ah. That explained the happiness. Halomirth would never admit to having favorite friends, and maybe didn’t even realize it herself, but she did. F’drel identified them by how often their names were mentioned. Tesamyth was one, though it still surprised F’drel that Miri managed to endear herself to a gold, and Zeianth had quickly gained the status of favorite as well. Aveleth was another. It was difficult to get much concrete information from Halomirth on her friends — she thought everyone was nice, so when she described a dragon as ‘nice’ it didn’t really mean anything — but from her stories Aveleth seemed like he was, in fact, genuinely nice, not just Halomirth-nice. If Miri were one of his sisters F’drel would tease her about having a crush, but he wasn’t sure dragon affection worked quite the same way — and Halomirth was half in love with everyone anyway.
Still, Miri had mentioned Aveleth enough that F’drel had thought the blue and his rider worth looking into. Not that he’d met the man yet — though as of now he’d had sex with him, and would probably be meeting him soon enough — but F’drel had asked after Aveleth’s rider with a few fellow greenriders. He knew the man’s name — Z’ia— and that he was a fairly gently Flight partner, thanks to his sweetheart of a dragon. That seemed true enough so far, as F’drel wasn’t currently hurting overly much, but he also hadn’t tried moving yet. He didn’t really know much else about Z’ia, but the way one of the greenriders he’d asked talked about the bluerider set him on edge. He’d said nothing bad about Z’ia, but his tone was one F’drel recognized from when he served in Nabol, one that servants and drudges often used about lords and ladies that weren’t particularly pleasant to deal with, that said there was something about the man to be wary of. Which meant, even if Miri was overjoyed, F’drel wasn’t sure how this Flight would turn out on his end. Ah well, might as well get it over with, he decided, opening his eyes to see where he was and finally meet Aveleth’s rider.
Halomirth, for her part, was absolutely radiant with happiness. She wouldn’t have been disappointed with anyone who caught her, all the dragons who chased her were friends or would become friends if they won, but she liked Aveleth. He always had time to talk to her, and didn’t treat her like a silly hatchling the way some older dragons did. Which was fine, Halomirth didn’t mind, she still liked them anyway, but the way Aveleth treated her made her feel special. With a happy croon she nuzzled in closer to him, trying to eliminate any space between them.
Feel free to put them wherever you think is fun.
Which meant F’drel had no idea where he currently was. He’d been going to the store rooms to pick up some soapsand for Halomirth, which was nowhere near his own weyr, so of course that was when she’d decided she wanted attention of the male variety. And, even though he had no idea where he was or who he was with — he could feel their arm thrown over his stomach — Miri was so damn happy F’drel couldn’t even feel more than vaguely annoyed about it.
’What are you so pleased about?’ he asked her sleepily, not bothering to open his eyes yet, ’Or should I ask who?’ He didn’t think it was Zeianth again, he knew D’hys well enough by now to tell that whoever was next to him was not that particular bluerider, but he couldn’t remember who had given chase, let alone who won, and Miri had so many friends she would have been happy to be caught by.
Aveleth. she trilled shyly, and F’drel could feel the delight at that radiating off her.
Ah. That explained the happiness. Halomirth would never admit to having favorite friends, and maybe didn’t even realize it herself, but she did. F’drel identified them by how often their names were mentioned. Tesamyth was one, though it still surprised F’drel that Miri managed to endear herself to a gold, and Zeianth had quickly gained the status of favorite as well. Aveleth was another. It was difficult to get much concrete information from Halomirth on her friends — she thought everyone was nice, so when she described a dragon as ‘nice’ it didn’t really mean anything — but from her stories Aveleth seemed like he was, in fact, genuinely nice, not just Halomirth-nice. If Miri were one of his sisters F’drel would tease her about having a crush, but he wasn’t sure dragon affection worked quite the same way — and Halomirth was half in love with everyone anyway.
Still, Miri had mentioned Aveleth enough that F’drel had thought the blue and his rider worth looking into. Not that he’d met the man yet — though as of now he’d had sex with him, and would probably be meeting him soon enough — but F’drel had asked after Aveleth’s rider with a few fellow greenriders. He knew the man’s name — Z’ia— and that he was a fairly gently Flight partner, thanks to his sweetheart of a dragon. That seemed true enough so far, as F’drel wasn’t currently hurting overly much, but he also hadn’t tried moving yet. He didn’t really know much else about Z’ia, but the way one of the greenriders he’d asked talked about the bluerider set him on edge. He’d said nothing bad about Z’ia, but his tone was one F’drel recognized from when he served in Nabol, one that servants and drudges often used about lords and ladies that weren’t particularly pleasant to deal with, that said there was something about the man to be wary of. Which meant, even if Miri was overjoyed, F’drel wasn’t sure how this Flight would turn out on his end. Ah well, might as well get it over with, he decided, opening his eyes to see where he was and finally meet Aveleth’s rider.
Halomirth, for her part, was absolutely radiant with happiness. She wouldn’t have been disappointed with anyone who caught her, all the dragons who chased her were friends or would become friends if they won, but she liked Aveleth. He always had time to talk to her, and didn’t treat her like a silly hatchling the way some older dragons did. Which was fine, Halomirth didn’t mind, she still liked them anyway, but the way Aveleth treated her made her feel special. With a happy croon she nuzzled in closer to him, trying to eliminate any space between them.
Feel free to put them wherever you think is fun.