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01.Sep.18, 07:43 PM
R’dal had to stop himself, for the third time, from humming a tune he felt a harper would play in such a stealthy moment if he had one following him around constantly, performing a soundtrack for his life. But it was just so quiet—which was perfect for sneaking around being devious creatures—that he kind of wanted noise around to make everything less… creepy. Yeah, creepy. All the Weyrs had a lot of empty halls and weyrs but Ista even more so at the moment thanks to the heatwave sending a lot of its residents to the other Weyrs for refuge for a while. It just felt like they were exploring a long forgotten cave and who knew what was lurking around the next corner!
That probably explained some of the reason why he occasionally made exaggerated movements that had him ducking behind a wall or tip toeing across intersecting halls. Most of the time he behaved like a normal person, or at least what R’dal assumed people viewed as normal—and it was how F’drel seemed to be walking when he wasn’t getting literally dragged into shadowy corners when a noise was heard. One of those times had resulted in nothing and the other had actually had a resident walking by them. Naturally it was the time when someone was actually there that made R’dal want to laugh and he threw both hands over his mouth to keep from making too much noise.
The journey so far had been mostly quiet but fun. The greenrider was turning out to be good at sneaking around and R’dal was impressed that he didn’t seem appalled at the idea of it or pilfering some snacks. He was pretty sure F’drel was holdbred but R’dal had met others that were fun and had high hopes for this one as well; hopes that were being met with every step closer to the target. The target that was only a couple of lengths away.
R’dal paused, glanced around to ensure no one was close, and turned to his partner in crime. “Okay, we’re nearly there. We’ll creep in, grab some berries, maybe any pastries that might jump out at us, and then head back out. Easy peasy,” R’dal whispered the plan and grinned with confidence at how easy it really should be. It was late enough that the kitchen staff had long ago retired after cleaning up from dinner and far too early for the morning prep to begin. Really, the only trouble they’d come across would be another hungry soul looking for a nibble. But pretending there were higher risks made the adventure more thrilling and the reward that much sweeter.
“If we get caught, it’s up to you to sweet talk our captor.” R’dal studied his companion for the first time since leaving the beach. They were standing in the faint light of glow stones so it wasn’t really an easy task to do but it was enough to verify that F’drel was handsome and would be a good distraction. “Flirt with them, bat your pretty eyes… lemme see you smile. You can smile, right? I don’t think I’ve seen you do that yet since meeting you.” Honestly, it had only been an hour or so since they met but it seemed unheard of for someone not to smile in that time if they weren’t sick or have some sort of condition that stopped their mouth from working that way. He frowned and studied F’drel a bit more.
That probably explained some of the reason why he occasionally made exaggerated movements that had him ducking behind a wall or tip toeing across intersecting halls. Most of the time he behaved like a normal person, or at least what R’dal assumed people viewed as normal—and it was how F’drel seemed to be walking when he wasn’t getting literally dragged into shadowy corners when a noise was heard. One of those times had resulted in nothing and the other had actually had a resident walking by them. Naturally it was the time when someone was actually there that made R’dal want to laugh and he threw both hands over his mouth to keep from making too much noise.
The journey so far had been mostly quiet but fun. The greenrider was turning out to be good at sneaking around and R’dal was impressed that he didn’t seem appalled at the idea of it or pilfering some snacks. He was pretty sure F’drel was holdbred but R’dal had met others that were fun and had high hopes for this one as well; hopes that were being met with every step closer to the target. The target that was only a couple of lengths away.
R’dal paused, glanced around to ensure no one was close, and turned to his partner in crime. “Okay, we’re nearly there. We’ll creep in, grab some berries, maybe any pastries that might jump out at us, and then head back out. Easy peasy,” R’dal whispered the plan and grinned with confidence at how easy it really should be. It was late enough that the kitchen staff had long ago retired after cleaning up from dinner and far too early for the morning prep to begin. Really, the only trouble they’d come across would be another hungry soul looking for a nibble. But pretending there were higher risks made the adventure more thrilling and the reward that much sweeter.
“If we get caught, it’s up to you to sweet talk our captor.” R’dal studied his companion for the first time since leaving the beach. They were standing in the faint light of glow stones so it wasn’t really an easy task to do but it was enough to verify that F’drel was handsome and would be a good distraction. “Flirt with them, bat your pretty eyes… lemme see you smile. You can smile, right? I don’t think I’ve seen you do that yet since meeting you.” Honestly, it had only been an hour or so since they met but it seemed unheard of for someone not to smile in that time if they weren’t sick or have some sort of condition that stopped their mouth from working that way. He frowned and studied F’drel a bit more.
