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05.Aug.18, 11:06 PM
“I somehow doubt she cares where I am when she Flies,” F’drel mumbled drowsily, blinking a bit to wake his vision up enough he could take a look around where they were. It was, indeed, a storage room, though not the one he'd been headed toward. Which was probably a good thing, since blankets were a lot easier to clean and less likely to break when knocked into than jars of cleaning and bathing supplies. He did not want to wake up from Flight lust to find he’d rolled around in broken glass. Honestly, a room full of unused blankets wasn’t that bad — considering some of the stories he'd heard and Flights he'd actually seen himself — it could’ve been much worse. In fact, the blanket pile was rather comfortable, F’drel thought, looking down at the blankets before looking back to Z’ia, “I can pass on your opinion to her, if you like, but I don’t think she’ll change her ways, even if staying in my own weyr would be lovely.”
To be fair to Halomirth, F’drel had no idea how much control she actually had over Flying. The way older riders talked it sounded like greens had some control, but maybe that was a skill they learned with age and experience, and Miri wasn’t there yet. Might be worth a conversation with another greenrider about.
Z’ia’s comment about laundry, though clearly meant to be humorous, missed its mark a bit with F’drel, who immediately — and genuinely — felt bad for whatever person may realize they had to clean half a storeroom. The whole idea sat poorly with him, and F’drel resigned himself to doing the laundry himself. Later. Once he could convince himself to move.
Still, Z’ia probably wanted a response, and F’drel figured he might as well play along. He was always a bit uncomfortable letting people know too much about who he’d been before becoming F’drel of Halomirth, and an instinct to make less work for drudges and servants and do the laundry himself might reveal a bit too much. Greenriders were already not looked upon as particularly high status, and adding the fact he'd been a drudge on top of that felt… dangerous.
So instead F’drel smiled lightly, teasing back, “As long as someone does the laundry. I’d hate to have a blanket in here if no one came in to clean until it gets cold again. If it ever gets cold again.” He pouted a little at the thought of how hot Ista was. Still absolutely unpleasant to live in. “This storage room isn’t that hot though, actually.” F’drel said thoughtfully, awake enough to notice he was, in fact, not currently blisteringly warm. “Must be ‘cause it’s deeper inside stone and has no windows. Good to know, I suppose.” Hanging out in storage rooms may be a good way to avoid the disgusting weather. He considered the option, lazily watching Z'ia's hand move on his stomach. It wasn’t uncomfortable, per se, but his ingrained reservations about new people kept him a bit wary of the contact — though far less on edge than he usually was, considering at least half his emotions just then were Miri’s pleasure at being with Aveleth. Even acknowledging his hesitations, Miri was too happy just then for him to risk driving the bluerider off — and F'drel had no idea if Aveleth would stay with Miri if he pissed off the blue’s rider in some way — so he stayed quiet, waiting to get a better idea of who Z’ia was and what he wanted before trying to get away, do laundry, and take a nap. Besides, he didn’t think Miri would let him get up yet anyway, not with her idealistic hopes about him making friends with the people he slept with. Right.
To be fair to Halomirth, F’drel had no idea how much control she actually had over Flying. The way older riders talked it sounded like greens had some control, but maybe that was a skill they learned with age and experience, and Miri wasn’t there yet. Might be worth a conversation with another greenrider about.
Z’ia’s comment about laundry, though clearly meant to be humorous, missed its mark a bit with F’drel, who immediately — and genuinely — felt bad for whatever person may realize they had to clean half a storeroom. The whole idea sat poorly with him, and F’drel resigned himself to doing the laundry himself. Later. Once he could convince himself to move.
Still, Z’ia probably wanted a response, and F’drel figured he might as well play along. He was always a bit uncomfortable letting people know too much about who he’d been before becoming F’drel of Halomirth, and an instinct to make less work for drudges and servants and do the laundry himself might reveal a bit too much. Greenriders were already not looked upon as particularly high status, and adding the fact he'd been a drudge on top of that felt… dangerous.
So instead F’drel smiled lightly, teasing back, “As long as someone does the laundry. I’d hate to have a blanket in here if no one came in to clean until it gets cold again. If it ever gets cold again.” He pouted a little at the thought of how hot Ista was. Still absolutely unpleasant to live in. “This storage room isn’t that hot though, actually.” F’drel said thoughtfully, awake enough to notice he was, in fact, not currently blisteringly warm. “Must be ‘cause it’s deeper inside stone and has no windows. Good to know, I suppose.” Hanging out in storage rooms may be a good way to avoid the disgusting weather. He considered the option, lazily watching Z'ia's hand move on his stomach. It wasn’t uncomfortable, per se, but his ingrained reservations about new people kept him a bit wary of the contact — though far less on edge than he usually was, considering at least half his emotions just then were Miri’s pleasure at being with Aveleth. Even acknowledging his hesitations, Miri was too happy just then for him to risk driving the bluerider off — and F'drel had no idea if Aveleth would stay with Miri if he pissed off the blue’s rider in some way — so he stayed quiet, waiting to get a better idea of who Z’ia was and what he wanted before trying to get away, do laundry, and take a nap. Besides, he didn’t think Miri would let him get up yet anyway, not with her idealistic hopes about him making friends with the people he slept with. Right.
