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06.Sep.19, 01:10 AM
Halomirth had spent a surprising amount of time chatting with Quinvalis - F’drel loitering awkwardly and occasionally answering questions directed at him - before they had brought him back to Fort Weyr. It was almost certain Miri would be asking to go to Fort even more often now, so she could visit her new Candidate friend, which of course F’drel was thrilled about. Just overjoyed.
Once Miri determined Quinvalis was properly settled back in his home Weyr, the two of them returned to the Gather. Halomirth went back to cuddling with Edath, chirping happily at him in greeting before settling down alongside him. His dragon comfortable, F’drel went back to aimlessly wandering the Gather, half trying to track down his siblings and make sure they didn’t need him. He didn’t find his sisters or his brother (and the Lady who seemed far too invested in giving him gifts), but he did spot R’dal. F’drel would have continued looking for his siblings - R’dal didn’t need him hovering around all the time, he had other friends to spend time with - but he got a good look at the man R’dal was talking to and froze. Older, very well dressed, and the way he held himself was unmistakable - the self assured arrogance of a Lord.
What the fuck was R’dal doing? It looked like he was being his usual bubbly self and chatting with the lord, trying to make friends or something, like people could just befriend lords. And everything about this one screamed ‘danger’ to F’drel. All lords did, but this one especially set off every warning he had. He couldn’t breathe. R’dal wasn’t safe anywhere near this man, he needed to get away, if he didn’t he’d be hurt. F’drel was moving forward before he’d thought it through, weaving through people until he reached R’dal and the lord.
“Pardon the intrusion, my Lord,” he said with a polite bow, “I need his assistance on a matter of some importance. Please excuse us.” F’drel gave another short bow and put his hand on R’dal’s arm, guiding him away, walking as quickly as he dared. He didn’t slow down or say anything until they’d reached the dragons, though at some point along the way the hand on R’dal’s arm had turned into a vice grip.
Miri was standing up when they got there, eyes whirling in distress at her rider’s tumultuous emotional state. She whined softly, confused, and reached her head out towards F’drel with her head. F’drel silently walked over to rub her nose, leaning into her head for a moment and attempting to use the comfort of her presence to help get his breathing back to normal. It didn’t really work, and eventually he spun around to glare at R’dal.
“What the fuck were you thinking, R’dal, if you were at all?” he demanded. F’drel was trying so hard to keep from shaking, to keep breathing. This was why he hadn’t wanted to go to the Gather, but if he hadn’t been here there wouldn’t have been anyone to keep R’dal from that lord, and F’drel was positive R’dal would have gotten hurt. He couldn’t let that happen, not to R’dal, he couldn’t, he knew what lords would do to gullible young men. R’dal had never been very good at identifying dangerous people, he still thought D’hys was a decent person, it was going to get him in so much trouble one day, and please let it not be that day. F’drel had gotten him away, it would be fine, but R’dal needed to understand.
Once Miri determined Quinvalis was properly settled back in his home Weyr, the two of them returned to the Gather. Halomirth went back to cuddling with Edath, chirping happily at him in greeting before settling down alongside him. His dragon comfortable, F’drel went back to aimlessly wandering the Gather, half trying to track down his siblings and make sure they didn’t need him. He didn’t find his sisters or his brother (and the Lady who seemed far too invested in giving him gifts), but he did spot R’dal. F’drel would have continued looking for his siblings - R’dal didn’t need him hovering around all the time, he had other friends to spend time with - but he got a good look at the man R’dal was talking to and froze. Older, very well dressed, and the way he held himself was unmistakable - the self assured arrogance of a Lord.
What the fuck was R’dal doing? It looked like he was being his usual bubbly self and chatting with the lord, trying to make friends or something, like people could just befriend lords. And everything about this one screamed ‘danger’ to F’drel. All lords did, but this one especially set off every warning he had. He couldn’t breathe. R’dal wasn’t safe anywhere near this man, he needed to get away, if he didn’t he’d be hurt. F’drel was moving forward before he’d thought it through, weaving through people until he reached R’dal and the lord.
“Pardon the intrusion, my Lord,” he said with a polite bow, “I need his assistance on a matter of some importance. Please excuse us.” F’drel gave another short bow and put his hand on R’dal’s arm, guiding him away, walking as quickly as he dared. He didn’t slow down or say anything until they’d reached the dragons, though at some point along the way the hand on R’dal’s arm had turned into a vice grip.
Miri was standing up when they got there, eyes whirling in distress at her rider’s tumultuous emotional state. She whined softly, confused, and reached her head out towards F’drel with her head. F’drel silently walked over to rub her nose, leaning into her head for a moment and attempting to use the comfort of her presence to help get his breathing back to normal. It didn’t really work, and eventually he spun around to glare at R’dal.
“What the fuck were you thinking, R’dal, if you were at all?” he demanded. F’drel was trying so hard to keep from shaking, to keep breathing. This was why he hadn’t wanted to go to the Gather, but if he hadn’t been here there wouldn’t have been anyone to keep R’dal from that lord, and F’drel was positive R’dal would have gotten hurt. He couldn’t let that happen, not to R’dal, he couldn’t, he knew what lords would do to gullible young men. R’dal had never been very good at identifying dangerous people, he still thought D’hys was a decent person, it was going to get him in so much trouble one day, and please let it not be that day. F’drel had gotten him away, it would be fine, but R’dal needed to understand.
