30.Sep.19, 07:49 AM
R’dal tensed when F’drel didn’t hug him back, instantly knowing something was wrong but he didn’t get a chance to ask. What didn’t he tell F’drel? R’dal fell into a frown as he thought about what he had done recently, especially things that his friend wouldn’t have liked being kept in the dark about but nothing came to mind. He made sure to be aware of lords and their intentions if he crossed any when at a Hold and he hadn’t really even gone anywhere else or did anything outside of chores around the Weyr and his bead working project. So what had he done to upset F’drel so much?
Maybe the reason that brought you here, Edath pointed out gently even as he wrapped R’dal up in love to lessen the blow he knew it would be.
Oh.
Arms dropped and R’dal finally stepped back from F’drel, eyes on the ground. He didn’t want to look at F’drel and see the hate and anger that was going to be there. He’d messed up again somehow and R’dal hated how he was getting really good at that. He didn’t want to be the guy that had friends worried about him and he didn’t want to be the guy that had friends hating him for doing what he thought was a nice thing.
“Because it was a surprise,” he mumbled in answer, finally finding his voice as weak as it was. “D’hys asked me to help him with a surprise for you and said it would help Edath as well to see if he liked any of your sisters for Candidacy and I thought that was so cool… and it did. Weyrleader R’nya officially made us Searchriders.” Not that it mattered now. There was no joy in that announcement that got half-assed jazz hands accompanying it though he continued to stare at the ground, making it doubly pathetic. R’dal was starting to wish he never mentioned it to anyone what his dream was.
“Did you know that was the first time D’hys ever spoke to me? He usually gives me weird looks and maybe a wave or a brief ‘hello’ but he actually sought me out and everything. I felt special and it was even better because I thought I was doing it to help you.” That had been really cool! He had kind of idolized the older bluerider since he was a kid and now the man asked for his help! R’dal had felt special and even more so because it was all being done as a gift for F’drel and his sisters.
But apparently it wasn’t a gift that was wanted and R’dal felt his stomach drop and felt a bit sick. What did he do now? How was he supposed to fix this? Maybe he was overreacting and F’drel was just upset that he wasn’t told sooner and actually did like the gift? He had a feeling he wasn’t that lucky.
Maybe the reason that brought you here, Edath pointed out gently even as he wrapped R’dal up in love to lessen the blow he knew it would be.
Oh.
Arms dropped and R’dal finally stepped back from F’drel, eyes on the ground. He didn’t want to look at F’drel and see the hate and anger that was going to be there. He’d messed up again somehow and R’dal hated how he was getting really good at that. He didn’t want to be the guy that had friends worried about him and he didn’t want to be the guy that had friends hating him for doing what he thought was a nice thing.
“Because it was a surprise,” he mumbled in answer, finally finding his voice as weak as it was. “D’hys asked me to help him with a surprise for you and said it would help Edath as well to see if he liked any of your sisters for Candidacy and I thought that was so cool… and it did. Weyrleader R’nya officially made us Searchriders.” Not that it mattered now. There was no joy in that announcement that got half-assed jazz hands accompanying it though he continued to stare at the ground, making it doubly pathetic. R’dal was starting to wish he never mentioned it to anyone what his dream was.
“Did you know that was the first time D’hys ever spoke to me? He usually gives me weird looks and maybe a wave or a brief ‘hello’ but he actually sought me out and everything. I felt special and it was even better because I thought I was doing it to help you.” That had been really cool! He had kind of idolized the older bluerider since he was a kid and now the man asked for his help! R’dal had felt special and even more so because it was all being done as a gift for F’drel and his sisters.
But apparently it wasn’t a gift that was wanted and R’dal felt his stomach drop and felt a bit sick. What did he do now? How was he supposed to fix this? Maybe he was overreacting and F’drel was just upset that he wasn’t told sooner and actually did like the gift? He had a feeling he wasn’t that lucky.