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25.Sep.18, 10:33 AM
The fishing pole clattered to the bottom of the boat as R’dal let go to dig his fingers into his pants, the material bunching up nicely in his fists. His stunned expression that was stuck with wide eyes and mouth shaped in an ‘oh’ that was never released was finally hidden as he dropped his chin to his neck and scowled at his hands. How could he mess up so badly? He didn’t think he’d ever done something this horrible in his life! He had angered F’drel so much all because he had assumed the wrong thing; many things, really. R’dal didn’t know it was a bad thing to be a lord. He thought that was what people wanted to be and that they respected the lords. He respected the Weyrleaders and thought that was the same thing.
Truthfully, he really didn’t know anything about the Holds outside the gossip from those that came from them, and even then, he had to admit he didn’t spend much time with them. He also hadn’t really been to a Hold since the move North. Sure, a Gather here and there, but R’dal was kind of intimidated by them and had never gotten around to properly exploring one. Actually, it was something he wanted to ask F’drel to do with him sometime, thinking the greenrider would know all sorts of fun things to try and cool facts on top of just being good company. Now he wasn’t even sure if they would bring the boat back to shore together since he was calling for his dragon to rescue him from the mean bluerider.
His vision started to blur as tears threatened to spill. He had never angered a friend like this before and it sucked. He felt horrible for bringing such pain to someone as well as not having any idea as to what it would have been like to be a drudge and wish to escape by being Searched. Or, like F’drel said, not even having that dream because the dragonriders had decided to hide for so long.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered and wiped away the tear that escaped. “I’m so sorry, F’drel!” R’dal shouted, absolutely sincere in his words even as he wondered what else he could do to make it up to his friend. Launching himself at F’drel for a hug seemed like a great place to start and he only noticed the rocking floor beneath him as he connected with the greenrider, reminding him they were on a boat and maybe he shouldn’t have moved like that.
Truthfully, he really didn’t know anything about the Holds outside the gossip from those that came from them, and even then, he had to admit he didn’t spend much time with them. He also hadn’t really been to a Hold since the move North. Sure, a Gather here and there, but R’dal was kind of intimidated by them and had never gotten around to properly exploring one. Actually, it was something he wanted to ask F’drel to do with him sometime, thinking the greenrider would know all sorts of fun things to try and cool facts on top of just being good company. Now he wasn’t even sure if they would bring the boat back to shore together since he was calling for his dragon to rescue him from the mean bluerider.
His vision started to blur as tears threatened to spill. He had never angered a friend like this before and it sucked. He felt horrible for bringing such pain to someone as well as not having any idea as to what it would have been like to be a drudge and wish to escape by being Searched. Or, like F’drel said, not even having that dream because the dragonriders had decided to hide for so long.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered and wiped away the tear that escaped. “I’m so sorry, F’drel!” R’dal shouted, absolutely sincere in his words even as he wondered what else he could do to make it up to his friend. Launching himself at F’drel for a hug seemed like a great place to start and he only noticed the rocking floor beneath him as he connected with the greenrider, reminding him they were on a boat and maybe he shouldn’t have moved like that.
