27.Feb.19, 01:20 PM
Edath landed on Halomirth’s ledge, reaching out to nuzzle her in greeting, though R’dal stayed where he was mounted. Typically he was sliding down the blue hide as soon as Edath was on the ground but this time he stayed put, sulking and suddenly wondering why he wanted to bother F’drel with his sad tale. Although, F’drel also wasn’t the first person he thought of finding and that made him feel even worse. But R’dare was off visiting a friend and while Misharan had been supportive of the idea, R’dal also wondered if it was a bit unfair to talk about a goal he couldn’t reach with his dragon when Misharan was still trying to obtain the dream of having a dragon in the first place. Even Madiquel wasn’t around and she was a great listener and didn’t mind dragon drama despite her own desire to never Impress. So F’drel was the obvious next step, even if R’dal had been trying not to be so needy with the greenrider since he discovered that everything they did stemmed from his own ideas and desires.
R’dal didn’t even know where his thoughts were leading him and he was getting confused over whether he wanted to see F’drel or not. Well, of course he wanted to see F’drel! He was so cool and amazing and was a master at cuddling but… ugh, he was going in circles again!
He finally slid down Edath’s side but hesitated again before knocking or simply going inside with the hope Halomirth would announce him. Maybe just a hug from the green lady first would make him feel better. So that’s what he did. R’dal threw his arms out wide and leaned against the warm hide that had been sitting in the sun for who knew how long, check pressed against it as he let out a sigh. “Hi, Miri,” he very rarely used the nickname that F’drel regularly used. He didn’t know why but it felt a bit too personal and while dragons were so kind, R’dal worried he’d still upset one by not being respectful enough to use their proper name. But he was sulking and wanted to feel a deeper connection with someone other than his dragon—who was taking this whole rejection thing far better than he was.
Because it isn’t a true rejection. The Weyrleader said bronzes were always better at finding goldrider Candidates so I have nothing to worry about. Edath sat regally as he eyed his rider, wondering what the big deal was. He knew why R’dal wanted to be a Searchrider and Edath did feel bad that he was the cause for so much misery in his otherwise cheerful mate, and the more he thought about it, the more he realised he really was to blame for R’dal’s current bleak outlook and that was starting to distress him further.
“I don’t blame you, Edath,” he didn’t, honestly. Maybe they were still too young or maybe they really weren’t meant to Search and he’d eventually accept that. Maybe. But for the moment, his dreams were dashed and he wanted hugs.
“Is F’drel home? Oh and awake?” He liked the idea of just crawling into bed and curling up beside his friend but F’drel likely wouldn’t like the idea too much since he didn’t seem the sort to like frights or waking up to someone beside him when he went to sleep alone. “Oh! And alone!” He didn’t see Zeianth but that didn’t mean D’hys wasn’t visiting or anyone in Ista. F’drel had other friends and a life that didn’t revolve around one bluerider he happened to know.
R’dal didn’t even know where his thoughts were leading him and he was getting confused over whether he wanted to see F’drel or not. Well, of course he wanted to see F’drel! He was so cool and amazing and was a master at cuddling but… ugh, he was going in circles again!
He finally slid down Edath’s side but hesitated again before knocking or simply going inside with the hope Halomirth would announce him. Maybe just a hug from the green lady first would make him feel better. So that’s what he did. R’dal threw his arms out wide and leaned against the warm hide that had been sitting in the sun for who knew how long, check pressed against it as he let out a sigh. “Hi, Miri,” he very rarely used the nickname that F’drel regularly used. He didn’t know why but it felt a bit too personal and while dragons were so kind, R’dal worried he’d still upset one by not being respectful enough to use their proper name. But he was sulking and wanted to feel a deeper connection with someone other than his dragon—who was taking this whole rejection thing far better than he was.
Because it isn’t a true rejection. The Weyrleader said bronzes were always better at finding goldrider Candidates so I have nothing to worry about. Edath sat regally as he eyed his rider, wondering what the big deal was. He knew why R’dal wanted to be a Searchrider and Edath did feel bad that he was the cause for so much misery in his otherwise cheerful mate, and the more he thought about it, the more he realised he really was to blame for R’dal’s current bleak outlook and that was starting to distress him further.
“I don’t blame you, Edath,” he didn’t, honestly. Maybe they were still too young or maybe they really weren’t meant to Search and he’d eventually accept that. Maybe. But for the moment, his dreams were dashed and he wanted hugs.
“Is F’drel home? Oh and awake?” He liked the idea of just crawling into bed and curling up beside his friend but F’drel likely wouldn’t like the idea too much since he didn’t seem the sort to like frights or waking up to someone beside him when he went to sleep alone. “Oh! And alone!” He didn’t see Zeianth but that didn’t mean D’hys wasn’t visiting or anyone in Ista. F’drel had other friends and a life that didn’t revolve around one bluerider he happened to know.