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17.Jul.19, 08:41 PM
Internally, F’drel sighed. He’d been hoping for… he didn’t know, specifics, details, things he could file away and maybe use at a later time. ‘D’hys uses people,’ of fucking course he does, that was obvious, he’d know that for over a turn now. Wow, he could be rough with greenriders? F’drel would never have guessed. Not an inkling. The only thing that he could really consider to be gleaned from R’nd’s comments were that not everyone was oblivious to the fact he was ‘trouble’ and that the leadership of Fort Weyr liked him — which did not improve their standing in F’drel’s eyes. He’d never even met the Fort Weyrleader, but he grew more suspicious of the man every time he learned something new about him. R’nya was either an idiot for believing D’hys’ friendly persona, or he knew the bluerider was more sinister than he let on and didn’t care — or worse. Neither spoke well for the man, in F’drel’s opinion.
Part of F’drel wanted to inform R’nd that his instincts were quite correct about D’hys, but that would require revealing that he knew D’hys, which he’d sort of implied he didn’t — he never actually said he didn’t, as was his usual tactic, but he felt R’nd might think he’d been lying, or concealing the truth if he were to say actually, yes, he knew D’hys. If people thought they caught you in a lie they were likely to trust you less. And he didn’t really want to deal with that.
“Instincts are often right,” F’drel said, resisting the urge to turn around and look to check on D’hys and B’jin and whatever they were up to. “Worth listening to.”
It was… nice, he guessed, of R’nd to offer to help him with D’hys if he ever needed it, but F’drel agreed with R’nd that there probably wasn’t much he could do. It wasn’t like F’drel was inclined to share his problems with older blueriders anyway, so even if R’nd could so something, F’drel was unlikely to ask. Besides, R’nd could have some weird ulterior motive, or be passing on information to someone, D’hys or otherwise. He didn’t really know R’nd well enough to be sure. F’drel didn’t think he was, but better to be careful.
“Thank you,” F’drel said, after spending a long moment thinking it over. For the (far too late) warning, and for the offer, he supposed. Then he didn’t know what else to say so he took a sip of water. He really hated this trend of awkward conversations with the fathers of his friends.
Part of F’drel wanted to inform R’nd that his instincts were quite correct about D’hys, but that would require revealing that he knew D’hys, which he’d sort of implied he didn’t — he never actually said he didn’t, as was his usual tactic, but he felt R’nd might think he’d been lying, or concealing the truth if he were to say actually, yes, he knew D’hys. If people thought they caught you in a lie they were likely to trust you less. And he didn’t really want to deal with that.
“Instincts are often right,” F’drel said, resisting the urge to turn around and look to check on D’hys and B’jin and whatever they were up to. “Worth listening to.”
It was… nice, he guessed, of R’nd to offer to help him with D’hys if he ever needed it, but F’drel agreed with R’nd that there probably wasn’t much he could do. It wasn’t like F’drel was inclined to share his problems with older blueriders anyway, so even if R’nd could so something, F’drel was unlikely to ask. Besides, R’nd could have some weird ulterior motive, or be passing on information to someone, D’hys or otherwise. He didn’t really know R’nd well enough to be sure. F’drel didn’t think he was, but better to be careful.
“Thank you,” F’drel said, after spending a long moment thinking it over. For the (far too late) warning, and for the offer, he supposed. Then he didn’t know what else to say so he took a sip of water. He really hated this trend of awkward conversations with the fathers of his friends.
