17.Apr.19, 12:28 AM
It was very difficult not to just stare at the Weyrleader. Was that it? No more pointed questions about his ‘relationship’ with R’dal? What the fuck. Though really, F’drel figured he should be grateful that he didn’t have to keep saying things while saying as little as possible and not directly lying. His answers to the questions weren’t exactly good, but apparently they were good enough for M’ris for the moment.
“Thank you, sir,” F’drel said in response to the unexpected praise, though he couldn’t think of any way he and Miri were doing ‘well’ that wasn’t just ‘functioning and not causing M’ris a ton of problems’ — perhaps that really was the standard the Weyrleader used. He tried very hard to stay beneath notice, and if it hadn’t been for unknowingly befriending the Weyrleader’s son he likely would have succeeded. “I don’t think exercise recommendations could hurt,” he added, getting up from the chair and heading towards the door. F’drel would probably be okay, he didn't actively work out though he stayed fairly fit, but Halomirth had always been a tad chubby and un-athletic. That happened when your favorite activity was cuddling. It didn’t bother her, or F’drel, but if they had to start regular wing practice she probably wouldn’t fair well. And F’drel didn’t want her to strain herself.
“Have a good day, Weyrleader,” he said politely as he left the office. The temptation to run back to his weyr and hide for a few days was very strong, but F’drel managed to resist, walking home at a reasonable, if brisk, pace.
“Thank you, sir,” F’drel said in response to the unexpected praise, though he couldn’t think of any way he and Miri were doing ‘well’ that wasn’t just ‘functioning and not causing M’ris a ton of problems’ — perhaps that really was the standard the Weyrleader used. He tried very hard to stay beneath notice, and if it hadn’t been for unknowingly befriending the Weyrleader’s son he likely would have succeeded. “I don’t think exercise recommendations could hurt,” he added, getting up from the chair and heading towards the door. F’drel would probably be okay, he didn't actively work out though he stayed fairly fit, but Halomirth had always been a tad chubby and un-athletic. That happened when your favorite activity was cuddling. It didn’t bother her, or F’drel, but if they had to start regular wing practice she probably wouldn’t fair well. And F’drel didn’t want her to strain herself.
“Have a good day, Weyrleader,” he said politely as he left the office. The temptation to run back to his weyr and hide for a few days was very strong, but F’drel managed to resist, walking home at a reasonable, if brisk, pace.