22.Oct.18, 03:09 AM
F’drel was relieved that M’ris seemed to just accept his statement and not ask further questions about whether or not he and R’dal were ‘a thing.’ He poured himself a glass of water a sipped from it, trying to decide which would be worse; R’dal showing up, or waiting however long it would be until M’ris decided to leave to go find his son. Chances were R’dal would show up just as M’ris was leaving and he’d get the worst of both worlds. Because why would things ever go his way.
He resisted laughing at the idea that dragons were the best judge of character. Maybe bronzes were, but his Miri thought everyone was good. Between him and Halomirth, F’drel was the only one of the pair doing any judging — and really, he did enough for both of them. F’drel nodded at the Weyrleader’s request, not bothering to alert Miri that she was about to have another visitor — she’d take it as a pleasant surprise, weird girl. He let M’ris walk through to the ledge first, then followed him, reaching the ledge and finding Halomirth looking very silly with one of his blankets in her mouth.
“Miri, what are you doing?” F’drel asked out loud, very confused. She turned to look at him, the blanket waving around with the movement.
Oh, well, you always fold everything up all nice, like the other ones are, she started, showing him the image of the extra blankets folded and piled by her hind legs, with the second pillow resting on top of the stack, but you left this one all messy on the ground when you left, so I tried to pick it up but I can’t fold blankets, and I didn’t want to mess up the other ones but I didn’t want to just leave it there, so I held onto it. It’s soft, I like it. Oh, hello! Miri said, switching from talking to just her rider to speaking to everyone present at the last statement as she noticed M'ris was there. As F’drel predicted, she was excited and curious about the new visitor. F’drel shook his head in disbelief and took a step forward, reaching up for Miri to give the blanket back.
“You’re ridiculous,” he informed her, catching the blanket when she dropped it, “and I hope you didn’t put any holes in this.”
I don’t think so, she said, suddenly concerned, I didn’t mean to anyway. A quick inspection revealed the blanket was intact, if a bit covered in dragon saliva, and F’drel patted her shoulder reassuringly, before throwing the blanket over her back so it could dry out before he folded it up again, and Halomirth turned towards the new guest. She knew who he was, from F’drel, but had never met him before!
He resisted laughing at the idea that dragons were the best judge of character. Maybe bronzes were, but his Miri thought everyone was good. Between him and Halomirth, F’drel was the only one of the pair doing any judging — and really, he did enough for both of them. F’drel nodded at the Weyrleader’s request, not bothering to alert Miri that she was about to have another visitor — she’d take it as a pleasant surprise, weird girl. He let M’ris walk through to the ledge first, then followed him, reaching the ledge and finding Halomirth looking very silly with one of his blankets in her mouth.
“Miri, what are you doing?” F’drel asked out loud, very confused. She turned to look at him, the blanket waving around with the movement.
Oh, well, you always fold everything up all nice, like the other ones are, she started, showing him the image of the extra blankets folded and piled by her hind legs, with the second pillow resting on top of the stack, but you left this one all messy on the ground when you left, so I tried to pick it up but I can’t fold blankets, and I didn’t want to mess up the other ones but I didn’t want to just leave it there, so I held onto it. It’s soft, I like it. Oh, hello! Miri said, switching from talking to just her rider to speaking to everyone present at the last statement as she noticed M'ris was there. As F’drel predicted, she was excited and curious about the new visitor. F’drel shook his head in disbelief and took a step forward, reaching up for Miri to give the blanket back.
“You’re ridiculous,” he informed her, catching the blanket when she dropped it, “and I hope you didn’t put any holes in this.”
I don’t think so, she said, suddenly concerned, I didn’t mean to anyway. A quick inspection revealed the blanket was intact, if a bit covered in dragon saliva, and F’drel patted her shoulder reassuringly, before throwing the blanket over her back so it could dry out before he folded it up again, and Halomirth turned towards the new guest. She knew who he was, from F’drel, but had never met him before!