18.Jun.19, 02:45 AM
F’drel shrugged. He didn’t mind terribly that R’nd had made assumptions — he literally started and ended the Flight in a bluerider’s bed, what was anyone going to think, he would have thought the same thing if he didn’t know better about his own life. And thinking a man who showed up to an event with his daughter must be dating her was a bit of a leap, but it seemed like the kind of thing a dad would do. Mylorah might find it amusing, if F’drel ever spoke about any of this with her. Hopefully it was awkward enough she’d leave it alone, but it was Mylorah and she’d probably tease him about it.
He eyed the flower crown, pretty sure he remembered throwing it at some point. F’drel didn’t chase the memory to be sure, he wanted to keep all that as repressed as possible. Didn’t need awkward images flashing across his mind next time he saw Mylorah, thanks. “Considering I’ve never met the Fort Weyrwoman, I don’t think there’s much risk of me telling her anything.” Certainly not that he had a hand in ruining a flower crown she… apparently made? Gave R’nd? Something like that? Though if R’nd went to see her now it’d be pretty obvious how it got smashed. Hopefully he was smarter than that.
Determining that R’nd was getting ready to leave, and reasonably trusting that he would, F’drel humphed softly before pulling a blanket up over his head and burrowing as far into the bed as he possibly could. R’dal would be showing up probably as soon as R’nd left, and while F’drel would really like to take a bath and wash all of R’dal’s bedding for him before the bluerider showed up, he didn’t know where the nearest bath or laundry room were or where R’dal kept any of his laundry or bathing supplies. R’dal would likely be back before he’d had a chance to do either.
’Miri, can you ask Edath where R’dal keeps his soapsand? I need to borrow some and don’t want to tear his weyr apart looking.’ Any more than a Flight had already torn it apart, fuck. Hopefully R’dal was okay with letting him clean everything, though it might be helpful to have his friend there to let him know where things were supposed to go. F’drel probably knew where a lot of it went, but really R’dal visited him more than he visited R’dal and R’dal had a lot more stuff than he did. After a bath, of course. Couldn’t clean when you weren’t clean yourself.
He eyed the flower crown, pretty sure he remembered throwing it at some point. F’drel didn’t chase the memory to be sure, he wanted to keep all that as repressed as possible. Didn’t need awkward images flashing across his mind next time he saw Mylorah, thanks. “Considering I’ve never met the Fort Weyrwoman, I don’t think there’s much risk of me telling her anything.” Certainly not that he had a hand in ruining a flower crown she… apparently made? Gave R’nd? Something like that? Though if R’nd went to see her now it’d be pretty obvious how it got smashed. Hopefully he was smarter than that.
Determining that R’nd was getting ready to leave, and reasonably trusting that he would, F’drel humphed softly before pulling a blanket up over his head and burrowing as far into the bed as he possibly could. R’dal would be showing up probably as soon as R’nd left, and while F’drel would really like to take a bath and wash all of R’dal’s bedding for him before the bluerider showed up, he didn’t know where the nearest bath or laundry room were or where R’dal kept any of his laundry or bathing supplies. R’dal would likely be back before he’d had a chance to do either.
’Miri, can you ask Edath where R’dal keeps his soapsand? I need to borrow some and don’t want to tear his weyr apart looking.’ Any more than a Flight had already torn it apart, fuck. Hopefully R’dal was okay with letting him clean everything, though it might be helpful to have his friend there to let him know where things were supposed to go. F’drel probably knew where a lot of it went, but really R’dal visited him more than he visited R’dal and R’dal had a lot more stuff than he did. After a bath, of course. Couldn’t clean when you weren’t clean yourself.