Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
16.Apr.19, 04:06 AM
Right, alright then. F’drel tried to make sure he was still breathing — it would be really, really bad if he passed out from lack of air in the Weyrleader’s office, even if M’ris did think he was R’dal’s boyfriend (or whatever exactly he thought).
“I think that would be best, sir,” he managed to say, nodding stiffly in agreement that M’ris should very much not be starting paperwork just then. Or ever. Though maybe getting away from M’ris would lessen the chance of conversations like this one. They could likely live together well enough — F’drel imagined living with R’dal was much like living with Halomirth, just smaller and with hands. But that was hardly relevant, really. He and R’dal were not dating, were not weyrmated, and were not going to move in together.
“I, uh, I think we are,” F’drel said, momentarily surprised by M’ris’ question. They were on the same page, weren’t they? They were friends, and they didn’t really have common friend problems like fighting or whatever. He’d never gotten the impression R’dal was uncomfortable with their friendship, or would rather be dating or something. F’drel was the one of the two of them who was bad at having friends. There had been times F’drel had thought R'dal was putting in too much effort for too little return with him — but he had started being a little more proactive about doing things together, and F’drel no longer felt like he was just waiting for R’dal’s secret motive to be revealed. R’dal might be the only person he knew who didn’t have any. And F’drel really did appreciate that about him. It was likely the main reason their friendship hadn't crumbled by Turn’s End, honestly. But was there more R’dal wanted from their friendship? F’drel didn’t know. He hadn’t thought about it. His heart sank. He should have thought about it. This was why he was bad at having friends.
“It probably wouldn’t hurt to talk about it,” he admitted to M’ris, now worrying more than ever that he was a bad friend to R’dal. The bluerider put so much effort into being friends with F’drel, and F’drel wanted him to be happy.
(Also, M’ris looked rather like he would make sure the rest of F’drel’s life would be very, very uncomfortable if he and R’dal had a nasty falling out.)
“I think that would be best, sir,” he managed to say, nodding stiffly in agreement that M’ris should very much not be starting paperwork just then. Or ever. Though maybe getting away from M’ris would lessen the chance of conversations like this one. They could likely live together well enough — F’drel imagined living with R’dal was much like living with Halomirth, just smaller and with hands. But that was hardly relevant, really. He and R’dal were not dating, were not weyrmated, and were not going to move in together.
“I, uh, I think we are,” F’drel said, momentarily surprised by M’ris’ question. They were on the same page, weren’t they? They were friends, and they didn’t really have common friend problems like fighting or whatever. He’d never gotten the impression R’dal was uncomfortable with their friendship, or would rather be dating or something. F’drel was the one of the two of them who was bad at having friends. There had been times F’drel had thought R'dal was putting in too much effort for too little return with him — but he had started being a little more proactive about doing things together, and F’drel no longer felt like he was just waiting for R’dal’s secret motive to be revealed. R’dal might be the only person he knew who didn’t have any. And F’drel really did appreciate that about him. It was likely the main reason their friendship hadn't crumbled by Turn’s End, honestly. But was there more R’dal wanted from their friendship? F’drel didn’t know. He hadn’t thought about it. His heart sank. He should have thought about it. This was why he was bad at having friends.
“It probably wouldn’t hurt to talk about it,” he admitted to M’ris, now worrying more than ever that he was a bad friend to R’dal. The bluerider put so much effort into being friends with F’drel, and F’drel wanted him to be happy.
(Also, M’ris looked rather like he would make sure the rest of F’drel’s life would be very, very uncomfortable if he and R’dal had a nasty falling out.)
