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28.Sep.18, 06:27 PM
The process of reaching the shore was a bit of a blur to F’drel, and he only started to truly process what was happening as he sat on the shore sitting between his bulky green’s forelegs as she watched him intently. He groaned and leaned back heavily against Halomirth as he was hit by the shame of losing control and panicking. Damnit. There had been no intention, none at all, to snap at R’dal — it had just happened. The bluerider’s assumptions had just taken F’drel so by surprise his mind went completely blank and the first thing to return was anger. So he’d snapped and told R’dal more about himself than anyone else in the Weyr knew about him. Fucking fuck, F’drel hated feeling vulnerable, and if the emotional vulnerability wasn’t enough R’dal had gone and capsized the boat.
F’drel had been in the water before, the ocean even, but never anywhere he couldn’t easily stand. That moment of being completely surrounded by water, on top of already being off kilter, had caught him off guard and F’drel was positive under different circumstances he would have reacted better. But he’d already been having trouble breathing, with the way his chest felt tight from anger and the fear that maybe he was like the lords he knew, that he’d barely had any breath to hold. Between it all he’d just…not responded rationally. Thus clinging to R’dal like a child — Faranth, that was embarrassing.
’Can we leave now?’ F’drel asked Miri quietly, eyes closed as he tried to ignore the world around them. She replied in the negative. I’m not taking you between until you’ve dried off more. F’drel sighed, ’Are you sure? I am willing to suffer a cold to get home as soon as possible.’ Halomirth was unimpressed, and made sure her rider knew it.
“It’s not my fault R’dal knocked us into the lake,” he muttered, then frowned. Where was R’dal, anyway? The bluerider had been there when Miri reached them — as proven by F’drel having put a death grip on the guy — but hadn’t reached the shore, right? F’drel vaguely recalled hearing an apology of sorts while they were hanging onto Miri, and he tried focusing on what had been said as Miri told him Edath and R’dal looked like they were dealing with the boat. Nodding to Halomirth’s update, F’drel went over what R’dal had said. A sort of apology, saying he wasn’t mad, that it was okay if F’drel hated him — wait, did R’dal think he hated him? That was…not quite right. He was a bit pissed, yeah, but it wasn’t really at R’dal specifically. It was just the situation. Or something. Fuck, F’drel didn’t know, the idiot bluerider just happened to touch on one of his least favorite topics when he wasn’t expecting it and he reacted…poorly, to say the least. ‘Like a raging bitch’ was probably more accurate. He hadn’t meant to respond like that, but apparently he had less emotional control than he thought he did. Now that he’d calmed down a little — being thrown in a lake and thinking you were going to drown definitely changed the mood — F’drel could separate his feelings better, and knew that while R’dal may be a dumb weyrbrat with little life experience, the man wasn't malicious in his assumptions. They hurt, yeah, but R’dal didn’t actually know what he was implying.
With a sigh, F’drel looked up at Miri above him. “Have Edath tell him I don’t hate him and he should get his ass back here before he does anything else stupid,” he grumbled, not really looking forward to dealing with any of this. But it was better now than later, probably, especially if Miri refused to take him back to Ista for a while. Might as well apologize for being a bitch — he wasn’t apologizing for the boat though, that was entirely R’dal’s fault, not his in the slightest.
F’drel had been in the water before, the ocean even, but never anywhere he couldn’t easily stand. That moment of being completely surrounded by water, on top of already being off kilter, had caught him off guard and F’drel was positive under different circumstances he would have reacted better. But he’d already been having trouble breathing, with the way his chest felt tight from anger and the fear that maybe he was like the lords he knew, that he’d barely had any breath to hold. Between it all he’d just…not responded rationally. Thus clinging to R’dal like a child — Faranth, that was embarrassing.
’Can we leave now?’ F’drel asked Miri quietly, eyes closed as he tried to ignore the world around them. She replied in the negative. I’m not taking you between until you’ve dried off more. F’drel sighed, ’Are you sure? I am willing to suffer a cold to get home as soon as possible.’ Halomirth was unimpressed, and made sure her rider knew it.
“It’s not my fault R’dal knocked us into the lake,” he muttered, then frowned. Where was R’dal, anyway? The bluerider had been there when Miri reached them — as proven by F’drel having put a death grip on the guy — but hadn’t reached the shore, right? F’drel vaguely recalled hearing an apology of sorts while they were hanging onto Miri, and he tried focusing on what had been said as Miri told him Edath and R’dal looked like they were dealing with the boat. Nodding to Halomirth’s update, F’drel went over what R’dal had said. A sort of apology, saying he wasn’t mad, that it was okay if F’drel hated him — wait, did R’dal think he hated him? That was…not quite right. He was a bit pissed, yeah, but it wasn’t really at R’dal specifically. It was just the situation. Or something. Fuck, F’drel didn’t know, the idiot bluerider just happened to touch on one of his least favorite topics when he wasn’t expecting it and he reacted…poorly, to say the least. ‘Like a raging bitch’ was probably more accurate. He hadn’t meant to respond like that, but apparently he had less emotional control than he thought he did. Now that he’d calmed down a little — being thrown in a lake and thinking you were going to drown definitely changed the mood — F’drel could separate his feelings better, and knew that while R’dal may be a dumb weyrbrat with little life experience, the man wasn't malicious in his assumptions. They hurt, yeah, but R’dal didn’t actually know what he was implying.
With a sigh, F’drel looked up at Miri above him. “Have Edath tell him I don’t hate him and he should get his ass back here before he does anything else stupid,” he grumbled, not really looking forward to dealing with any of this. But it was better now than later, probably, especially if Miri refused to take him back to Ista for a while. Might as well apologize for being a bitch — he wasn’t apologizing for the boat though, that was entirely R’dal’s fault, not his in the slightest.
