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26.Oct.18, 01:50 AM
He’d changed his mind, F’drel decided as he heard R’dal’s voice from the other room. R’dal showing up was also bad. F’drel had been feeling a little better but he already wanted to go to sleep again. There were too many people butting into his life today. He was resigned to R’dal being around, but dealing with R’dal didn’t require as much energy. Usually. If no one else was there for him to say questionable things in front of. Or inviting to join dinner, apparently, since R’dal arrived at the ledge and promptly invited his father to eat with them. Did F’drel ever not want to sit through an entire meal with the Weyrleader. Sitting through it with R’dal there would likely be embarrassing as fuck, and F’drel wasn’t sure if it would reassure M’ris they weren’t together or further convince him they were.
Maybe he could just casually fall off the weyr ledge. Or hide beneath Miri’s wings and fall asleep. At least there was pudding? F’drel really was hungry, he hadn’t exactly had a proper meal all day. Dealing with lords sapped his appetite, but it was catching up with him.
“Thanks, R’dal,” F’drel said quietly, really hoping M’ris didn’t ask after why he was tired and R’dal didn’t elaborate, because he had a sneaking suspicion what R’dal would say and that wasn’t actually the reason. Dealing with so many people he didn’t trust was a lot more draining than any physical activity was. With a sigh F’drel went to the stack of blankets and grabbed the top one, unfolding it and spreading it on the weyr ledge as a sort of picnic blanket. M’ris could stay or go, whatever, F’drel didn’t fucking care anymore.
Maybe he could just casually fall off the weyr ledge. Or hide beneath Miri’s wings and fall asleep. At least there was pudding? F’drel really was hungry, he hadn’t exactly had a proper meal all day. Dealing with lords sapped his appetite, but it was catching up with him.
“Thanks, R’dal,” F’drel said quietly, really hoping M’ris didn’t ask after why he was tired and R’dal didn’t elaborate, because he had a sneaking suspicion what R’dal would say and that wasn’t actually the reason. Dealing with so many people he didn’t trust was a lot more draining than any physical activity was. With a sigh F’drel went to the stack of blankets and grabbed the top one, unfolding it and spreading it on the weyr ledge as a sort of picnic blanket. M’ris could stay or go, whatever, F’drel didn’t fucking care anymore.
