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09.Sep.18, 09:55 PM
F’drel was anticipating R’dal moving closer to him, so he at least didn’t jump at the sudden contact, but he was still all too aware of the bluerider’s closeness. He didn’t resist when R’dal repositioned his arm, not wanting to put up a fuss and delay being able to go to sleep. The whole thing may have him less relaxed than was ideal when in his own weyr, but it was still far less nerve-wracking than the last time he’d shared a blanket nest with a bluerider, after Miri’s second Flight two weeks earlier. ‘Blanket nest in his home with his dragon right there’ was decidedly better than ‘blanket nest in a random storage closet with his dragon many lengths of rock away,’ and of the blueriders he knew R’dal was the least threatening to be in close quarters with.
He murmured a ‘good night’ when R’dal said the same to him but was otherwise perfectly still, slowly acclimating to sharing sleeping space with a new person. It wasn’t long before R’dal’s breathing evened out and F’drel was confidant the bluerider was asleep. F’drel carefully shifted his arm to a slightly more comfortable position before relaxing a fraction more, finally closing his eyes.
Now that R’dal was asleep, F’drel was realizing that R’dal had been right, at least partially, about him preferring to be the big spoon. He hadn’t thought about it when he’d said it, just assuming it was R’dal being weird like usual, but it did make a difference. Not that he’d been doing a lot of cuddling either way recently, but when it did happen the greenrider (him) was the little spoon. But back in Nabol, with his siblings, it had been common for them to push their sleeping pallets together and pile in as close as possible, especially in the winter. As the tallest and the oldest brother, F’drel had been used to being the big spoon. And, he was suddenly realizing, he really missed it.
Mostly he missed his siblings, all four of the girls and his baby brother (who’d be turning nine in a few months), with an empty feeling he’d gotten used to since being Searched. At least these days he got to see them sometimes, and didn’t have to go to Nabol to do so. But they were just short visits, none of them wanting to take up too much time that the Lordling would contrive to keep F’drel from visiting, and he hadn’t gotten to cuddle with any of them in turns. And as much as F’drel held himself apart from other people at the Weyr, he’d grown up constantly in physical contact with friends and family — hugging, sharing beds, playing together, helping each other complete chores — and he missed that friendly contact. This, arm wrapped around R’dal sleeping against him, was the closest he’d gotten to that in a long time. With R’dal asleep F’drel didn’t feel the need to be vigilant and poised to react at all times, and it was nice.
This realization that he didn’t totally hate sleeping next to the bluerider was unexpected and rather startling, but the deep tiredness from the long day was tugging him closer to sleep, and F’drel pushed that particular insight aside for the time being, vaguely promising himself to examine it later as he joined R’dal in sleep.
He murmured a ‘good night’ when R’dal said the same to him but was otherwise perfectly still, slowly acclimating to sharing sleeping space with a new person. It wasn’t long before R’dal’s breathing evened out and F’drel was confidant the bluerider was asleep. F’drel carefully shifted his arm to a slightly more comfortable position before relaxing a fraction more, finally closing his eyes.
Now that R’dal was asleep, F’drel was realizing that R’dal had been right, at least partially, about him preferring to be the big spoon. He hadn’t thought about it when he’d said it, just assuming it was R’dal being weird like usual, but it did make a difference. Not that he’d been doing a lot of cuddling either way recently, but when it did happen the greenrider (him) was the little spoon. But back in Nabol, with his siblings, it had been common for them to push their sleeping pallets together and pile in as close as possible, especially in the winter. As the tallest and the oldest brother, F’drel had been used to being the big spoon. And, he was suddenly realizing, he really missed it.
Mostly he missed his siblings, all four of the girls and his baby brother (who’d be turning nine in a few months), with an empty feeling he’d gotten used to since being Searched. At least these days he got to see them sometimes, and didn’t have to go to Nabol to do so. But they were just short visits, none of them wanting to take up too much time that the Lordling would contrive to keep F’drel from visiting, and he hadn’t gotten to cuddle with any of them in turns. And as much as F’drel held himself apart from other people at the Weyr, he’d grown up constantly in physical contact with friends and family — hugging, sharing beds, playing together, helping each other complete chores — and he missed that friendly contact. This, arm wrapped around R’dal sleeping against him, was the closest he’d gotten to that in a long time. With R’dal asleep F’drel didn’t feel the need to be vigilant and poised to react at all times, and it was nice.
This realization that he didn’t totally hate sleeping next to the bluerider was unexpected and rather startling, but the deep tiredness from the long day was tugging him closer to sleep, and F’drel pushed that particular insight aside for the time being, vaguely promising himself to examine it later as he joined R’dal in sleep.
