16.Aug.19, 12:23 PM
The response he got didn’t entirely reassure F’drel that the young man was okay. It was the sort of scripted, obsequious response F’drel often gave himself, and it didn’t convince him the young man was, as he said, fine. Plenty of times he’d given similar answers he’d actually been having a terrible time and just wanted the other person to go away. Though if he was going to run blindly into random Gather-goers, it may be best for someone to make sure he didn’t run into anyone who really would get angry about it. He frowned minutely at being called ‘sir’ - F’drel didn’t think he’d ever been called ‘sir’ before, and he definitely did not like it. The kind of person who got called ‘sir’ was not a good kind of person, in his view.
“I’m no sir, and you didn’t ruin anything,” F’drel said, helping the Candidate to his feet. He didn’t miss the way he looked over at something behind them and winced, but there was so much going on F’drel wasn’t entirely sure what he could have been looking at. There were people eating, dancing, milling about all over the place. He did see A’tay, who was dancing with a girl, but no one else he recognized. It didn’t have anything to do with A’tay, did it? F’drel didn’t think the young bronzerider would ever intentionally upset someone, but what did he know, really. He hoped it was nothing bad involving A’tay, who was the gentlest bronzerider F’drel had ever interacted with. With a last sweep of the area trying to identify the source of the Candidate’s near tears and distraction, F’drel focused back on him.
F’drel shook his head at the offer for a drink or food. He didn’t need either, and he didn’t feel comfortable taking something from this boy’s mother just for being bumped into when nothing bad actually happened to him. “I don’t need anything, thank you for the offer, but I think you might.” Sitting down for a bit and eating or drinking something would hopefully keep the Candidate from running into other people or things or getting in further trouble, especially if he was related to the tavern keepers. “Good to sit down for a few minutes, maybe? Doesn’t have to be at your family’s place if you don’t want it to be.” F’drel wasn’t going to assume the young man wanted to be upset around his family; he hated being anything but put together in front of his younger siblings because he was the older brother, he was supposed to be with it at all times, and some people didn’t like being vulnerable in front of their parents. He didn’t know this Candidate’s situation, though it was probably at least somewhat decent if he was offering to give F’drel something free from them.
“I’m no sir, and you didn’t ruin anything,” F’drel said, helping the Candidate to his feet. He didn’t miss the way he looked over at something behind them and winced, but there was so much going on F’drel wasn’t entirely sure what he could have been looking at. There were people eating, dancing, milling about all over the place. He did see A’tay, who was dancing with a girl, but no one else he recognized. It didn’t have anything to do with A’tay, did it? F’drel didn’t think the young bronzerider would ever intentionally upset someone, but what did he know, really. He hoped it was nothing bad involving A’tay, who was the gentlest bronzerider F’drel had ever interacted with. With a last sweep of the area trying to identify the source of the Candidate’s near tears and distraction, F’drel focused back on him.
F’drel shook his head at the offer for a drink or food. He didn’t need either, and he didn’t feel comfortable taking something from this boy’s mother just for being bumped into when nothing bad actually happened to him. “I don’t need anything, thank you for the offer, but I think you might.” Sitting down for a bit and eating or drinking something would hopefully keep the Candidate from running into other people or things or getting in further trouble, especially if he was related to the tavern keepers. “Good to sit down for a few minutes, maybe? Doesn’t have to be at your family’s place if you don’t want it to be.” F’drel wasn’t going to assume the young man wanted to be upset around his family; he hated being anything but put together in front of his younger siblings because he was the older brother, he was supposed to be with it at all times, and some people didn’t like being vulnerable in front of their parents. He didn’t know this Candidate’s situation, though it was probably at least somewhat decent if he was offering to give F’drel something free from them.