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31.Aug.18, 04:26 PM
The amount of energy the bluerider had was almost unnerving, and F’drel couldn’t help staring after him trying to process everything. Shaking his head, F’drel stood himself, shook out the blanket before carefully folding it and putting it in his bag. He still had the small pouch, now empty, and tucked that in the bag on top of the blanket. He’d return it later. With that he was fully packed, and just had to wait for his new companion.
As he was picking up the bag to put it on Miri he couldn’t help but hear the bluerider say goodbye to Casa. Brave man, talking to her right then. The chances that she even heard him were pretty slim, but F’drel couldn’t help wincing at the implications of the two of them leaving together. If anyone actually did hear Edath’s rider — who apparently knew F’drel’s name, which made still having no idea what his name was worse — they would almost certainly make some assumptions. F’drel sighed and climbed onto Halomirth, gently scratching her behind the closest neck ridge as he waited for their new friend — he was resigned to it by this point — to return with his bag.
Even if he was a bit unpredictable, the bluerider was kind to Halomirth. He asked permission before leaning on her, he gave her pats — which she loved — and was generally polite to her. Which of course meant F’drel had to tolerate him at least a bit, for both Miri’s happiness and because he always had a grudging respect for those who treated Miri well. F’drel watched him pat Miri on his way to his own dragon, and decided that, for now, he was alright with spending time with the bluerider if it made Miri happy.
“You can just land right on Miri’s ledge,” he offered, resigned to the bluerider knowing where he lived, “Might as well, I imagine Edath’s going to end up there eventually. Miri’ll tell him where to go.” Halomirth trilled in agreement, sending Edath the image of where her ledge was before taking to the air and betweening to Ista Weyr.
As he was picking up the bag to put it on Miri he couldn’t help but hear the bluerider say goodbye to Casa. Brave man, talking to her right then. The chances that she even heard him were pretty slim, but F’drel couldn’t help wincing at the implications of the two of them leaving together. If anyone actually did hear Edath’s rider — who apparently knew F’drel’s name, which made still having no idea what his name was worse — they would almost certainly make some assumptions. F’drel sighed and climbed onto Halomirth, gently scratching her behind the closest neck ridge as he waited for their new friend — he was resigned to it by this point — to return with his bag.
Even if he was a bit unpredictable, the bluerider was kind to Halomirth. He asked permission before leaning on her, he gave her pats — which she loved — and was generally polite to her. Which of course meant F’drel had to tolerate him at least a bit, for both Miri’s happiness and because he always had a grudging respect for those who treated Miri well. F’drel watched him pat Miri on his way to his own dragon, and decided that, for now, he was alright with spending time with the bluerider if it made Miri happy.
“You can just land right on Miri’s ledge,” he offered, resigned to the bluerider knowing where he lived, “Might as well, I imagine Edath’s going to end up there eventually. Miri’ll tell him where to go.” Halomirth trilled in agreement, sending Edath the image of where her ledge was before taking to the air and betweening to Ista Weyr.
