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19.Apr.19, 03:53 AM
F’drel had not woken up that morning thinking he’d find himself in his current situation, pacing outside his bedroom that currently held a bronzerider who had panicked and asked to be locked up to avoid fully participating in a Flight. Yeah, it really had never occurred to him as a possibility.
But what the fuck was he supposed to do? Tell the kid no and leave him to the mercy of the next person he ran into? Fuck that, F’drel didn’t trust the general populace of the Weyr enough to even consider it. He wasn’t going to let anything like that happen to him.
Didn’t give him a better idea of what he should do just then, though. Wait the Flight out? Keep pacing out here? Going in to check on A’tay just sounded like a horrible idea, being alone in a room with a bronzerider mid-Flight lust who really, really didn’t want to be participating in the Flight at all? No, that would almost certainly end badly and F’drel refused to risk A’tay like that. Which meant he just had to wait out here until A’tay was ready to come out. He could do that, even if the whole experience was major disconcerting — he could just barely hear A’tay speaking from within the bedroom, but not well enough to identify words.
He jumped when he heard A’tay scream, and almost rushed to the door to check on him when Halomirth spoke up. That was me, I’m sorry, I asked if he was okay and I think I startled him. He says he’s fine, but he doesn’t feel like he’s fine, so I’m not sure he’s right, she said, clearly worried about A’tay. She hated when people were distressed, it made her uneasy. What if she was at fault? A’tay clearly didn’t like her checking on him — he screamed, and screaming was bad. But she just wanted to see if she could help! Humans were so confusing.
For his part, F’drel was mostly reassured by Miri’s admission. Being bespoken by a new dragon was pretty startling, and when you were already under a lot of mental stress F’drel could completely understand screaming in surprise — he’d never do it, but that was due to years of repressing and hiding reactions, not a lack of a desire to scream. Still, he hovered worriedly around the door, continuously debating whether or not to go in.
The decision was made for him by the dragons, as Xyxyth’s vocal distress reached him in the weyr and Halomirth whined nervously, agitated by how upset the bronze (and his rider) were. Neither sounded good to F’drel, so he decided, fuck it, better see if A’tay was alright. He quickly moved the chair out of the way and opened the door. It swung open just in time for F’drel to see an unconscious bronzerider hit the floor.
“Fuck,” he muttered, rushing over to check on A’tay. By some miracle, he seemed to have fallen downwards, not forward, so his head was actually the last part to hit the floor, which was… good, since it was a solid stone floor and F’drel didn’t have a rug to soften it. “Shit.”
He was debating getting the spare pillow for A’tay when the young bronzerider’s eyelids fluttered and F’drel immediately moved to kneel beside him.
“A’tay?” he asked quietly, making sure to leave space between them so A’tay wouldn’t feel crowded or anything. And then he waited, not wanting to overwhelm the kid with too much talking. He probably had a stressed dragon doing that already.
We will, Halomirth promised, adjusting her wings nervously, working herself up with worry for everyone involved. Would you like to come up here? The ledge has plenty of space and you can be closer to him. I don’t mind at all, she offered. Maybe A’tay and Xyxyth would both feel better if they weren’t so far from each other.
But what the fuck was he supposed to do? Tell the kid no and leave him to the mercy of the next person he ran into? Fuck that, F’drel didn’t trust the general populace of the Weyr enough to even consider it. He wasn’t going to let anything like that happen to him.
Didn’t give him a better idea of what he should do just then, though. Wait the Flight out? Keep pacing out here? Going in to check on A’tay just sounded like a horrible idea, being alone in a room with a bronzerider mid-Flight lust who really, really didn’t want to be participating in the Flight at all? No, that would almost certainly end badly and F’drel refused to risk A’tay like that. Which meant he just had to wait out here until A’tay was ready to come out. He could do that, even if the whole experience was major disconcerting — he could just barely hear A’tay speaking from within the bedroom, but not well enough to identify words.
He jumped when he heard A’tay scream, and almost rushed to the door to check on him when Halomirth spoke up. That was me, I’m sorry, I asked if he was okay and I think I startled him. He says he’s fine, but he doesn’t feel like he’s fine, so I’m not sure he’s right, she said, clearly worried about A’tay. She hated when people were distressed, it made her uneasy. What if she was at fault? A’tay clearly didn’t like her checking on him — he screamed, and screaming was bad. But she just wanted to see if she could help! Humans were so confusing.
For his part, F’drel was mostly reassured by Miri’s admission. Being bespoken by a new dragon was pretty startling, and when you were already under a lot of mental stress F’drel could completely understand screaming in surprise — he’d never do it, but that was due to years of repressing and hiding reactions, not a lack of a desire to scream. Still, he hovered worriedly around the door, continuously debating whether or not to go in.
The decision was made for him by the dragons, as Xyxyth’s vocal distress reached him in the weyr and Halomirth whined nervously, agitated by how upset the bronze (and his rider) were. Neither sounded good to F’drel, so he decided, fuck it, better see if A’tay was alright. He quickly moved the chair out of the way and opened the door. It swung open just in time for F’drel to see an unconscious bronzerider hit the floor.
“Fuck,” he muttered, rushing over to check on A’tay. By some miracle, he seemed to have fallen downwards, not forward, so his head was actually the last part to hit the floor, which was… good, since it was a solid stone floor and F’drel didn’t have a rug to soften it. “Shit.”
He was debating getting the spare pillow for A’tay when the young bronzerider’s eyelids fluttered and F’drel immediately moved to kneel beside him.
“A’tay?” he asked quietly, making sure to leave space between them so A’tay wouldn’t feel crowded or anything. And then he waited, not wanting to overwhelm the kid with too much talking. He probably had a stressed dragon doing that already.
We will, Halomirth promised, adjusting her wings nervously, working herself up with worry for everyone involved. Would you like to come up here? The ledge has plenty of space and you can be closer to him. I don’t mind at all, she offered. Maybe A’tay and Xyxyth would both feel better if they weren’t so far from each other.
