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07.Sep.19, 11:08 PM
The question caught F’drel by surprise and startled an answer from him. “Because I don’t want to get hurt again,” he said quietly, almost without thinking about the words he was saying, “or see the people I care about get hurt.” His siblings, R’dal, Mylorah, A’tay… Growing up, it was made clear to F’drel that no one else cared about him or his family, outside of what they could provide for someone. That was how it worked. People were either family or they were trying to find the best way to use you. And when you were a drudge, and even as a greenrider, there was no way to truly avoid being used by others, but there were ways to mitigate the damage. Constant vigilance and skepticism were ways to help achieve that. It was just how the world worked, even if it sucked.
And sometimes it was necessary to let someone use him to avoid something worse, but F’drel knew what he was getting into, and that made it easier to navigate, and he wasn’t surprised when people hurt him. It was expected. He didn’t have to like it, but he had to live it. And in the world, as he knew it, older lords didn’t just hang out with young dragonriders because they were friendly, it was because they thought they could get something from the dragonrider. The way that lord - Raigan, R’dal had said - had looked at R’dal was far too familiar to F’drel, and the sick feeling in his stomach was a clear enough indicator what the man was after from his friend. Just because R’dal didn’t recognize it didn’t mean it wasn’t there - the bluerider didn’t know what to look for. F’drel did, all too well.
After a few moments of silence what he’d said out loud caught up to F’drel and he flushed. He hadn’t meant to say something so personal in a public place, even if there didn’t seem to be anyone around other than him, R’dal, and dragons. It was still too much. But F’drel needed R’dal to understand.
And sometimes it was necessary to let someone use him to avoid something worse, but F’drel knew what he was getting into, and that made it easier to navigate, and he wasn’t surprised when people hurt him. It was expected. He didn’t have to like it, but he had to live it. And in the world, as he knew it, older lords didn’t just hang out with young dragonriders because they were friendly, it was because they thought they could get something from the dragonrider. The way that lord - Raigan, R’dal had said - had looked at R’dal was far too familiar to F’drel, and the sick feeling in his stomach was a clear enough indicator what the man was after from his friend. Just because R’dal didn’t recognize it didn’t mean it wasn’t there - the bluerider didn’t know what to look for. F’drel did, all too well.
After a few moments of silence what he’d said out loud caught up to F’drel and he flushed. He hadn’t meant to say something so personal in a public place, even if there didn’t seem to be anyone around other than him, R’dal, and dragons. It was still too much. But F’drel needed R’dal to understand.
