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15.May.19, 11:07 PM
It had been three days since F’drel had been called to M’ris’ office to talk about his ‘relationship’ with R’dal, and F’drel felt he really ought to have conversation with the bluerider about it. If only to give him the heads up of what his dad had come up with, if he hadn’t figured it out already, or confirm if R’dal had intentionally given M’ris the idea in the first place for… whatever reason R’dal did things. He was stopping by Fort already, running an errand for one of the kitchen workers at Ista, and took the chance to visit R’dal before he headed home. Miri had taken the initiative to confirm the blue pair was home — and start cuddling with Edath as soon as possible — and, errand complete, F’drel headed over to their weyr.
He continued to worry about things as he walked through the halls. Some of F’drel’s worries were simpler, like worrying he might run into D’hys. While he was pretty sure he could get away without too much fuss, F’drel didn’t want to deal with an interaction where he had to second and triple guess every word he said and that was said to him. He was too preoccupied with the other worries involving M’ris and R’dal to have the mental capacity for D’hys that afternoon.
F’drel would rather spend the energy worrying about his friendship with R’dal. Did R’dal think they were dating? Did Edath think he and Halomirth were together? Did R’dal want to be dating him? That thought made F’drel uncomfortable. This was why he was planning on having this conversation, to make sure he wasn’t accidentally leading R’dal on or something. As well as staying on the same page as R’dal, because if R’dal told his dad something wild different than what he heard from F’drel, that could quickly become a problem. It was unclear to him what M’ris might do in retaliation, but F’drel had no doubt in his mind that the Weyrleader would find a way to make his life unbearable if the man thought he hurt his son.
With a sigh, he knocked on the door to R’dal’s weyr, and gratefully stepped out of the perilous halls of Fort Weyr and into his friend’s home. “Hey,” F’drel said, returning R’dal’s customary greeting hug, “Miri said you two weren’t busy, but you could be doing just about anything and she’d still say that. You aren’t, right?” He asked, wanting to confirm that it was an acceptable time to stop by and have an awkward conversation. This was why F’drel hated visiting people, he always felt like he shouldn’t be there and that he was interrupting something important.
He continued to worry about things as he walked through the halls. Some of F’drel’s worries were simpler, like worrying he might run into D’hys. While he was pretty sure he could get away without too much fuss, F’drel didn’t want to deal with an interaction where he had to second and triple guess every word he said and that was said to him. He was too preoccupied with the other worries involving M’ris and R’dal to have the mental capacity for D’hys that afternoon.
F’drel would rather spend the energy worrying about his friendship with R’dal. Did R’dal think they were dating? Did Edath think he and Halomirth were together? Did R’dal want to be dating him? That thought made F’drel uncomfortable. This was why he was planning on having this conversation, to make sure he wasn’t accidentally leading R’dal on or something. As well as staying on the same page as R’dal, because if R’dal told his dad something wild different than what he heard from F’drel, that could quickly become a problem. It was unclear to him what M’ris might do in retaliation, but F’drel had no doubt in his mind that the Weyrleader would find a way to make his life unbearable if the man thought he hurt his son.
With a sigh, he knocked on the door to R’dal’s weyr, and gratefully stepped out of the perilous halls of Fort Weyr and into his friend’s home. “Hey,” F’drel said, returning R’dal’s customary greeting hug, “Miri said you two weren’t busy, but you could be doing just about anything and she’d still say that. You aren’t, right?” He asked, wanting to confirm that it was an acceptable time to stop by and have an awkward conversation. This was why F’drel hated visiting people, he always felt like he shouldn’t be there and that he was interrupting something important.
