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11.Oct.19, 09:15 PM
The first coherent thought F’drel managed was a realization that he was not in his weyr, as he’d hoped. Apparently he was completely incapable of noticing when Halomirth was going to Fly - he’d only avoided being completely surprised by a Flight a total of once. Not a great record, especially since it ended with things like a Flight in his closest friend’s weyr that said friend did not win. This one had involved F’drel stopping mid-step when he’d figured out what Miri was up to, dread (and the inevitable lust) washing over him as he did his best to get back to his weyr before Miri was caught. Clearly, he’d failed. Not that he was too surprised he hadn’t managed it, F’drel hadn’t been able to get anywhere without some man trying to block his way or grab him, and what should have been a straightforward path to his weyr got a lot more complicated. Honestly, couldn’t they fucking wait a few minutes? Just follow him or something. Didn’t other people prefer a private weyr with a bed to storage rooms or other people’s weyrs? Of course not, it was a fucking Weyr and none of these exhibitionists had any concept of privacy.
As much as F’drel felt he should have noticed she was close to Flying sooner, he could give himself a bit of leeway due to how unpredictable she’d been so far. The only time he hadn’t been surprised, after all, was almost exactly a turn after her first Flight. Which had made him assume the second Flight of the turn would happen at the same time it had the turn before, but no, that had been a month early, and now, as evidenced but the room that was definitely not his weyr and the warm body he was curled up with, Miri was apparently flying three times a turn instead of two. Or was this one a fluke and it would be two from then on. F’drel didn’t hold out hope for it, though. That wasn’t how his life worked.
There were more immediate concerns, after all, like where he was, since it wasn’t his weyr, and who the fuck he was wrapped around and how fast he needed to get the fuck out of wherever it was. F’drel honestly wasn’t thrilled with how Miri’s cuddliness extended to him after a Flight - if it was someone he wanted to get away from quickly, he was less like to escape unnoticed if he had to disentangle himself from the person first. Tentatively he reached out to Miri, trying to figure out who she was currently ecstatic to be snuggling (and therefore who he was snuggling), preferring checking through her to shifting around and drawing attention to himself trying to figure it out visually. He practically went limp in relief. Syrendryth (no wonder she was so terribly pleased with herself a bronze), which meant it was T’ryn’s shoulder his face was pressed against. F’drel didn’t have to flee from T’ryn.
F’drel was still perfectly capable of coming up with reasons T’ryn could be upset with the situation (and therefore with him) but, somehow, he’d come to like the young bronzerider, and even more inexplicably he felt safe that T’ryn wouldn’t do anything to him. They weren’t all that close - not anything like his friendship with R’dal - but they did spend time together on occasion, a way to be social without actually being all that social. It placated Mylorah, at least some of the time. But even without talking all that much F’drel felt he’d gotten at least a sense of T’ryn as a person, and it surprised him that he even slightly trusted a bronzerider, considered him a good person. Two, actually, the other being A’tay, but A’tay was still a child, really, and had only just graduated from Weyrlinghood, so didn’t register much as a bronzerider to F’drel. All the bronzeriders F’drel knew from a distance had much more of a sense of superiority. The only other one he’d had much interaction with was M’ris, who always felt like he was more or less subtly threatening F’drel. Even if R’dal had finally told him they weren’t dating, M’ris still seemed to care way too much about F’drel’s life for him to feel comfortable around the man. On top of the whole Weyrleader thing, that didn’t help. T’ryn felt more like a bronzerider than A’tay, but was far less dangerous than M’ris or a less known bronzerider. Perhaps A’tay and T’ryn turned out less entitled because they weren’t raised thinking they would be bronzeriders? Not the way lords grew up knowing they would be lords, certainly, that sense of superiority was instilled in them young, while neither T’ryn nor A’tay had developed it yet. Hopefully they wouldn’t ever, but if they spent enough turns being treated as bronzeriders, F’drel couldn’t say that wouldn’t get to them...
Honestly, F’drel needed to get better at this Flight thing, he kept falling into internal tangents and almost drifting off instead of dealing with the current situation. He got the sense Miri intentionally swamped him with her own emotions even beyond the usual for a Flight in an attempt to get him to relax for more than three seconds. From how pleased she was she clearly felt she was succeeding. F’drel couldn’t even get annoyed about it, though the reluctance to move was inconvenient. He had bare skin against a stone floor which was both chilly and uncomfortable, he ached all over, and there was what he thought was the corner of a piece of furniture pressed against the back of his thigh and despite all that F’drel was failing to get past Miri’s lazy contentment in order to find out where he was or move somewhere that was a little less of a cold stone floor.
Stop fussing, you’re thinking too loud, Halomirth informed him languidly, pressing closer to Syrendryth. F’drel sighed audibly, shifting his head just enough he could open his eyes to look around, though he wasn’t quite able to block out Miri’s overwhelming aura of ‘snuggles good, we are so content and tired, we should stay like this for a while’ enough to actually let go of T’ryn and start getting up.
As much as F’drel felt he should have noticed she was close to Flying sooner, he could give himself a bit of leeway due to how unpredictable she’d been so far. The only time he hadn’t been surprised, after all, was almost exactly a turn after her first Flight. Which had made him assume the second Flight of the turn would happen at the same time it had the turn before, but no, that had been a month early, and now, as evidenced but the room that was definitely not his weyr and the warm body he was curled up with, Miri was apparently flying three times a turn instead of two. Or was this one a fluke and it would be two from then on. F’drel didn’t hold out hope for it, though. That wasn’t how his life worked.
There were more immediate concerns, after all, like where he was, since it wasn’t his weyr, and who the fuck he was wrapped around and how fast he needed to get the fuck out of wherever it was. F’drel honestly wasn’t thrilled with how Miri’s cuddliness extended to him after a Flight - if it was someone he wanted to get away from quickly, he was less like to escape unnoticed if he had to disentangle himself from the person first. Tentatively he reached out to Miri, trying to figure out who she was currently ecstatic to be snuggling (and therefore who he was snuggling), preferring checking through her to shifting around and drawing attention to himself trying to figure it out visually. He practically went limp in relief. Syrendryth (no wonder she was so terribly pleased with herself a bronze), which meant it was T’ryn’s shoulder his face was pressed against. F’drel didn’t have to flee from T’ryn.
F’drel was still perfectly capable of coming up with reasons T’ryn could be upset with the situation (and therefore with him) but, somehow, he’d come to like the young bronzerider, and even more inexplicably he felt safe that T’ryn wouldn’t do anything to him. They weren’t all that close - not anything like his friendship with R’dal - but they did spend time together on occasion, a way to be social without actually being all that social. It placated Mylorah, at least some of the time. But even without talking all that much F’drel felt he’d gotten at least a sense of T’ryn as a person, and it surprised him that he even slightly trusted a bronzerider, considered him a good person. Two, actually, the other being A’tay, but A’tay was still a child, really, and had only just graduated from Weyrlinghood, so didn’t register much as a bronzerider to F’drel. All the bronzeriders F’drel knew from a distance had much more of a sense of superiority. The only other one he’d had much interaction with was M’ris, who always felt like he was more or less subtly threatening F’drel. Even if R’dal had finally told him they weren’t dating, M’ris still seemed to care way too much about F’drel’s life for him to feel comfortable around the man. On top of the whole Weyrleader thing, that didn’t help. T’ryn felt more like a bronzerider than A’tay, but was far less dangerous than M’ris or a less known bronzerider. Perhaps A’tay and T’ryn turned out less entitled because they weren’t raised thinking they would be bronzeriders? Not the way lords grew up knowing they would be lords, certainly, that sense of superiority was instilled in them young, while neither T’ryn nor A’tay had developed it yet. Hopefully they wouldn’t ever, but if they spent enough turns being treated as bronzeriders, F’drel couldn’t say that wouldn’t get to them...
Honestly, F’drel needed to get better at this Flight thing, he kept falling into internal tangents and almost drifting off instead of dealing with the current situation. He got the sense Miri intentionally swamped him with her own emotions even beyond the usual for a Flight in an attempt to get him to relax for more than three seconds. From how pleased she was she clearly felt she was succeeding. F’drel couldn’t even get annoyed about it, though the reluctance to move was inconvenient. He had bare skin against a stone floor which was both chilly and uncomfortable, he ached all over, and there was what he thought was the corner of a piece of furniture pressed against the back of his thigh and despite all that F’drel was failing to get past Miri’s lazy contentment in order to find out where he was or move somewhere that was a little less of a cold stone floor.
Stop fussing, you’re thinking too loud, Halomirth informed him languidly, pressing closer to Syrendryth. F’drel sighed audibly, shifting his head just enough he could open his eyes to look around, though he wasn’t quite able to block out Miri’s overwhelming aura of ‘snuggles good, we are so content and tired, we should stay like this for a while’ enough to actually let go of T’ryn and start getting up.
