10.Aug.19, 11:09 AM
A startled laugh burst out of Beckitt as R’dal oh-too-seriously pointed out that “edath” rearranged to “death.” I mean, yes, it did, but, “That’s not how that works, crazy.” He laughed again. “My nickname for you would rearrange to ‘sir’ and you’re no lord,” he teased, pushing at R’dal’s shoulder lightly- not hard enough to shove him from his precarious perch though.
He followed the line of sight up to the cloud. “I repeat, you’re crazy. One dark cloud doesn’t mean rain. What the hell are they teaching you in Fort?” He grinned, appreciating the diversions. “Besides, those clouds are too high and wispy. Aren’t you supposed to be a rider or something? Don’t they teach you about cloud types?” he ribbed. Beckitt pulled himself up onto the fence beside R’dal and gave him a “refresher” on the clouds they saw and why rain wasn’t likely for weeks here.
It helped him relax just talking with R’dal and finding other topics. He was right, Beckitt was sure. They just needed to be optimistic. Things would be fine.
He followed the line of sight up to the cloud. “I repeat, you’re crazy. One dark cloud doesn’t mean rain. What the hell are they teaching you in Fort?” He grinned, appreciating the diversions. “Besides, those clouds are too high and wispy. Aren’t you supposed to be a rider or something? Don’t they teach you about cloud types?” he ribbed. Beckitt pulled himself up onto the fence beside R’dal and gave him a “refresher” on the clouds they saw and why rain wasn’t likely for weeks here.
It helped him relax just talking with R’dal and finding other topics. He was right, Beckitt was sure. They just needed to be optimistic. Things would be fine.