24.May.19, 03:21 AM
R'dal was super happy that F'drel said he and Halomirth would go to Aradissicath's next story time. He used to like going to them back in Katila and sometimes managed to go to the ones in Fort, though he was a bit busier now that he and Edath were fully grown and could ferry Lords about and do more difficult tasks. But he was definitely going to ask around if Aradissicath, or even Rhaedalyn--she had such cool tales about knights rescuing people--would do them again.
Since F'drel had gone for a drink, R'dal decided he would as well but almost spilled what he was pouring when his dad was mentioned. "...he did?" Why would M'ris call F'drel to his office? Did he do something wrong and M'ris wanted to learn more of his transgressions through F'drel? What if he learned he failed the first test for being a Searchrider and was so disappointed he couldn't face his son and had to pass a message through F'drel? It had finally happened and R'dal wasn't sure if he could handle what his friend was about to say and doubted it would hurt any less coming from F'drel.
He set the pitcher down and then his cup, deciding he wasn't thirsty after all as he waited for what was coming. He latched onto the comfort Edath was giving him through their bond and tried to follow his dragon's order to keep breathing when F'drel spilled the beans. Really? That's what M'ris wanted to know? R'dal laughed, more in relief than anything else, and shrugged. "I mean, it would be convenient for hanging out more often but it might be difficult for arranging other visitors. Like, I wouldn't want to smother you and interrupt when D'hys is visiting you. I don't think it'd work out but I wonder if that was my Dad's way of asking me to move to Ista?"
R'dal paused in his babbling to go for a drink of water after all, which was a long enough pause for Edath to point out an important missed fact, R'dal... Weyrleader M'ris thinks you and F'drel are dating. He wasn't asking you to move to Ista, though I'm sure he would like it, but asking F'drel if you might be on your way to being mated. R'dal cocked his head to the side and frowned a bit as he looked over at Edath and then let out another giggle.
"Wait, he thinks we're dating? Where did he get that? Well, I guess hanging out together, especially when arranged in advance, does count as dates, right? So I guess that's where... Dad's funny like that."
Since F'drel had gone for a drink, R'dal decided he would as well but almost spilled what he was pouring when his dad was mentioned. "...he did?" Why would M'ris call F'drel to his office? Did he do something wrong and M'ris wanted to learn more of his transgressions through F'drel? What if he learned he failed the first test for being a Searchrider and was so disappointed he couldn't face his son and had to pass a message through F'drel? It had finally happened and R'dal wasn't sure if he could handle what his friend was about to say and doubted it would hurt any less coming from F'drel.
He set the pitcher down and then his cup, deciding he wasn't thirsty after all as he waited for what was coming. He latched onto the comfort Edath was giving him through their bond and tried to follow his dragon's order to keep breathing when F'drel spilled the beans. Really? That's what M'ris wanted to know? R'dal laughed, more in relief than anything else, and shrugged. "I mean, it would be convenient for hanging out more often but it might be difficult for arranging other visitors. Like, I wouldn't want to smother you and interrupt when D'hys is visiting you. I don't think it'd work out but I wonder if that was my Dad's way of asking me to move to Ista?"
R'dal paused in his babbling to go for a drink of water after all, which was a long enough pause for Edath to point out an important missed fact, R'dal... Weyrleader M'ris thinks you and F'drel are dating. He wasn't asking you to move to Ista, though I'm sure he would like it, but asking F'drel if you might be on your way to being mated. R'dal cocked his head to the side and frowned a bit as he looked over at Edath and then let out another giggle.
"Wait, he thinks we're dating? Where did he get that? Well, I guess hanging out together, especially when arranged in advance, does count as dates, right? So I guess that's where... Dad's funny like that."