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07.Nov.18, 10:25 PM
Confirmation that R’dal was in fact just as odd with everyone else honestly made F’drel breathe easier. Not that he really thought R’dal was playing a long game with him — which was a surprise of its own, considering his usual deep suspicion — but it was just nice to have further proof he wasn’t being treated any different than anyone else by the bluerider. That he was just another random friend and not — what, a target? A love interest? Anything else, he supposed. He didn’t think he wanted to be anything other than one out of many friends right then.
“As quirks go, all of his seem rather benign,” F’drel admitted. Sure, the sleepover frequency still had F'drel a bit on edge sometimes, and some nights he just lay there wondering when it was all going to fall apart around him, but R’dal being R’dal wasn’t exactly harmful. So far, anyway — who knew what might happen if they had a falling out and M’ris wanted to get back at the greenrider who hurt his son. That was actually a rather concerning idea and F’drel hoped it never came to that. M’ris had a reputation for being rather relaxed as Weyrleaders went, but that didn’t mean he was safe.
“I’d rather know someone who’s nice but a bit odd than someone who’s nasty but completely normal,” he said honestly. ‘Normal’ generally just meant someone went along with the rules, including the ones like ‘if you have power over someone, abuse it,’ meaning odd and quirky people were actually much more likely to be decent. What a fucked up world this was, if that was how it worked. Sighing, F’drel tried to focus back in on T’ryn instead of wandering off into his own thoughts again. He caught the way T’ryn started calling R’dal one thing and then switched it. A nickname he didn’t think F’drel would know? Or was it his name from before getting the dragonrider honorific. F’drel didn’t usually have much trouble with his own name, and he didn’t know enough people at the Weyrs prior to their Impression to have much experience changing what he called someone. The people in his own Weyrling class he’d maybe heard their name once or not at all before the got their honorifics, so making the change wasn’t hard at all. Was it harder with someone you’d known by one name all your life? And what was R’dal’s original name, anyway? Rista? Was that the whole name? It couldn’t be, cause where did the ‘dal’ come from if it was. F’drel wasn’t sure if that was something that was appropriate to ask dragonriders, it hadn’t exactly been covered in Candidate or Weyrling classes. There was probably a way he could ask without saying something wrong.
“I apologize if this is a silly question, but I’ve only been in the Weyr for about three turns and I’ve never figured this out. What’s the etiquette around asking about old names?” F’drel wondered, shifting to look at T’ryn. Just enough to be polite, because otherwise it would look too much like he was actively avoiding looking at the bronzerider, and that would probably come across as rude or nervous. He didn’t want T’ryn to think that, even if he was the second. Partially because pissing off bronzeriders wasn't on his to-do list, but also because T’ryn seemed decent, both in-person and from what others said. And yeah, F’drel didn’t trust anyone, really, but he didn’t want to actively antagonize the man just because F’drel was a suspicious bastard. Much safer to keep people happy and at least tolerating him, if not liking him. Especially when they were likely reasonably decent people. Hopefully.
“As quirks go, all of his seem rather benign,” F’drel admitted. Sure, the sleepover frequency still had F'drel a bit on edge sometimes, and some nights he just lay there wondering when it was all going to fall apart around him, but R’dal being R’dal wasn’t exactly harmful. So far, anyway — who knew what might happen if they had a falling out and M’ris wanted to get back at the greenrider who hurt his son. That was actually a rather concerning idea and F’drel hoped it never came to that. M’ris had a reputation for being rather relaxed as Weyrleaders went, but that didn’t mean he was safe.
“I’d rather know someone who’s nice but a bit odd than someone who’s nasty but completely normal,” he said honestly. ‘Normal’ generally just meant someone went along with the rules, including the ones like ‘if you have power over someone, abuse it,’ meaning odd and quirky people were actually much more likely to be decent. What a fucked up world this was, if that was how it worked. Sighing, F’drel tried to focus back in on T’ryn instead of wandering off into his own thoughts again. He caught the way T’ryn started calling R’dal one thing and then switched it. A nickname he didn’t think F’drel would know? Or was it his name from before getting the dragonrider honorific. F’drel didn’t usually have much trouble with his own name, and he didn’t know enough people at the Weyrs prior to their Impression to have much experience changing what he called someone. The people in his own Weyrling class he’d maybe heard their name once or not at all before the got their honorifics, so making the change wasn’t hard at all. Was it harder with someone you’d known by one name all your life? And what was R’dal’s original name, anyway? Rista? Was that the whole name? It couldn’t be, cause where did the ‘dal’ come from if it was. F’drel wasn’t sure if that was something that was appropriate to ask dragonriders, it hadn’t exactly been covered in Candidate or Weyrling classes. There was probably a way he could ask without saying something wrong.
“I apologize if this is a silly question, but I’ve only been in the Weyr for about three turns and I’ve never figured this out. What’s the etiquette around asking about old names?” F’drel wondered, shifting to look at T’ryn. Just enough to be polite, because otherwise it would look too much like he was actively avoiding looking at the bronzerider, and that would probably come across as rude or nervous. He didn’t want T’ryn to think that, even if he was the second. Partially because pissing off bronzeriders wasn't on his to-do list, but also because T’ryn seemed decent, both in-person and from what others said. And yeah, F’drel didn’t trust anyone, really, but he didn’t want to actively antagonize the man just because F’drel was a suspicious bastard. Much safer to keep people happy and at least tolerating him, if not liking him. Especially when they were likely reasonably decent people. Hopefully.
