09.Sep.18, 03:51 AM
“Dunno,” F’drel shrugged, eyeing Z’ia cautiously as the man sat up a bit, “the normal places? Couple storage rooms. Under different circumstances than this, though.” he added, not really wanting to give the impression he was all for getting laid in storage rooms or closets. He wasn’t eager to repeat the experience. “Haven’t explored any tunnels unless you consider the average hallway a tunnel.”
Really, now that he thought about it, F’drel was actually somewhat surprised he hadn’t tried to get to know they Weyr better. He knew every hall, room, and passageway in the Lord’s residence in Nabol, but he hadn’t bothered to find out the same here. Maybe that was why? Subconsciously not wanting the same knowledge of the Weyr as he’d had of his old home? Or maybe it was just that he hadn’t had time, especially while Miri was a weyrling.
It didn’t really matter why he hadn’t explored the Weyr more, just that right then the idea of a tour of ‘fun tunnels and stuff’ with an unknown bluerider was one of the least appealing things he could think of. The real question was whether it was worse than staying here. F’drel curled deeper into the blankets, really just wanting to sleep off the ‘Flight hangover’ and not have to deal with Z’ia. He doubted he’d get out of it that easy, but he could try. With a yawn — a real one — F’drel leaned his head against Z’ia’s shoulder, really, really hoping the bluerider was decent enough to just let him rest. And maybe go away, that would make resting easier if he didn’t constantly feel he had to be alert, something made harder with so much of Miri’s feelings mixing with his. She felt no such need for awareness, happy to ignore the rest of the world and nap curled up with someone she actually liked. Lucky girl.
Really, now that he thought about it, F’drel was actually somewhat surprised he hadn’t tried to get to know they Weyr better. He knew every hall, room, and passageway in the Lord’s residence in Nabol, but he hadn’t bothered to find out the same here. Maybe that was why? Subconsciously not wanting the same knowledge of the Weyr as he’d had of his old home? Or maybe it was just that he hadn’t had time, especially while Miri was a weyrling.
It didn’t really matter why he hadn’t explored the Weyr more, just that right then the idea of a tour of ‘fun tunnels and stuff’ with an unknown bluerider was one of the least appealing things he could think of. The real question was whether it was worse than staying here. F’drel curled deeper into the blankets, really just wanting to sleep off the ‘Flight hangover’ and not have to deal with Z’ia. He doubted he’d get out of it that easy, but he could try. With a yawn — a real one — F’drel leaned his head against Z’ia’s shoulder, really, really hoping the bluerider was decent enough to just let him rest. And maybe go away, that would make resting easier if he didn’t constantly feel he had to be alert, something made harder with so much of Miri’s feelings mixing with his. She felt no such need for awareness, happy to ignore the rest of the world and nap curled up with someone she actually liked. Lucky girl.