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30.Aug.19, 01:46 PM
There was a moment F’drel considered how someone saying they liked it when he didn’t say anything was probably a very clear warning sign to stay the fuck away from them - which he would, but at this point he didn’t think he had much of a choice in the matter - before D’hys kept talking and F’drel was sure the world stopped moving.
He what?
F’drel listened, frozen, as D’hys explained his gift. He didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to say thank you, both because he didn’t want D’hys to feel F’drel was indebted to him (anymore than he’d already be thinking that) and also because part of him wasn’t even sure he was thankful. At some point, yes, F’drel was planning on getting the rest of his family to a Weyr, but not so soon, he wasn’t ready, two days?
And D’hys had said sisters. Which meant Kitelan wasn’t included, and there was no way F’drel was going to be able to accept ten turn old Kit left with a lord and lady and no one to watch out for him. There was no way Kelikki would allow it, either, but how much choice would she have?
Then there was the fact one of them could be a Candidate - had to be? Would she, whichever of his sisters it was (how could he know which one a dragon might like?), be able to say she didn’t want to? Would she not want to? What if she Impressed green, she’d be at Ista… And Edath had Searched her? Had D’hys taken R’dal with him to make this happen? Wait, had D’hys met his siblings? Without him there? D’hys and R’dal had gone to see his siblings and he’d had no idea? F’drel could feel his heartbeat increasing, his chest closing up, his breaths coming faster, though his face remained frozen in neutrality. He was too conflicted on everything to have any expression other than blank, though if someone looked closely they’d be able to tell how shaky his breathing was and how minutely his hands were trembling.
F’drel took the papers offered to him, knowing that if he tried to speak the words would get caught in his throat, reading through them carefully, frowning in concentration as he tried to make sure he understood everything, all the details and fine print. It took him longer than he would like - he could read, mostly, he’d been working on it, but he wasn’t the fastest at it, and he was being extra careful to understand all of it, to be sure he was getting everything it said. There were a few words he wasn’t sure of, but he didn’t think any of them greatly changed the content or his understanding of what the documents said. Once he was satisfied - or as satisfied as his reading ability was going to allow him to be - he looked up at D’hys.
“To clarify,” F’drel started, “my brother is not included in this. He is to stay with Lord Jalazmar.” He paused until he got confirmation and then continued. “Are my sisters allowed to choose if they would like to move? If one or more of them would prefer to stay in the Hold, would they be allowed to, or has it been decided they must move here?” Knowing his siblings, the younger two girls would jump at the chance to move to a Weyr, probably all of the younger girls with Kelikki’s permission, but he couldn’t imagine Kikki would willingly leave while Kitelan was left behind. This could be a chance for them, yes, but F’drel wasn’t going to force any of his sisters to leave the lives they knew, understood the rules of, for Weyrlife if they decided that wasn’t what they wanted.
He what?
F’drel listened, frozen, as D’hys explained his gift. He didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to say thank you, both because he didn’t want D’hys to feel F’drel was indebted to him (anymore than he’d already be thinking that) and also because part of him wasn’t even sure he was thankful. At some point, yes, F’drel was planning on getting the rest of his family to a Weyr, but not so soon, he wasn’t ready, two days?
And D’hys had said sisters. Which meant Kitelan wasn’t included, and there was no way F’drel was going to be able to accept ten turn old Kit left with a lord and lady and no one to watch out for him. There was no way Kelikki would allow it, either, but how much choice would she have?
Then there was the fact one of them could be a Candidate - had to be? Would she, whichever of his sisters it was (how could he know which one a dragon might like?), be able to say she didn’t want to? Would she not want to? What if she Impressed green, she’d be at Ista… And Edath had Searched her? Had D’hys taken R’dal with him to make this happen? Wait, had D’hys met his siblings? Without him there? D’hys and R’dal had gone to see his siblings and he’d had no idea? F’drel could feel his heartbeat increasing, his chest closing up, his breaths coming faster, though his face remained frozen in neutrality. He was too conflicted on everything to have any expression other than blank, though if someone looked closely they’d be able to tell how shaky his breathing was and how minutely his hands were trembling.
F’drel took the papers offered to him, knowing that if he tried to speak the words would get caught in his throat, reading through them carefully, frowning in concentration as he tried to make sure he understood everything, all the details and fine print. It took him longer than he would like - he could read, mostly, he’d been working on it, but he wasn’t the fastest at it, and he was being extra careful to understand all of it, to be sure he was getting everything it said. There were a few words he wasn’t sure of, but he didn’t think any of them greatly changed the content or his understanding of what the documents said. Once he was satisfied - or as satisfied as his reading ability was going to allow him to be - he looked up at D’hys.
“To clarify,” F’drel started, “my brother is not included in this. He is to stay with Lord Jalazmar.” He paused until he got confirmation and then continued. “Are my sisters allowed to choose if they would like to move? If one or more of them would prefer to stay in the Hold, would they be allowed to, or has it been decided they must move here?” Knowing his siblings, the younger two girls would jump at the chance to move to a Weyr, probably all of the younger girls with Kelikki’s permission, but he couldn’t imagine Kikki would willingly leave while Kitelan was left behind. This could be a chance for them, yes, but F’drel wasn’t going to force any of his sisters to leave the lives they knew, understood the rules of, for Weyrlife if they decided that wasn’t what they wanted.
