14.Jan.21, 03:44 AM
R’dal hadn’t spoken to him in a week. For most people that was no cause for concern and in fact a relief, but R’dal operated under different rules and F’drel was concerned. A couple days was too long, let alone a week, so clearly something was up.
Conveniently for F’drel, it was easy to guess what the problem was. Namely, a fairly ridiculous rumor involving the two of them and R’dal’s friend Aederyn. Nothing that bad, really. It wasn’t like over half the Weyr populations didn’t already think he and R’dal were an item of some sort—F’drel could remember too many awkward conversations with M’ris to think anything else. So that wasn’t anything new.
The amount people were talking about them had increased with the rumours, which F’drel couldn’t say he liked, but he could think of a number of worse things people could be saying about him. Would he prefer no one talked about him? Of course, but he lived in a Weyr; gossip mongers, every single person who lived in them. F’drel unfortunately had to include himself in that, though it wasn’t because he wanted to stay up to date on all the drama because he thought it was fun, he needed it to stay on top of things and keep himself and his family as uninvolved as possible. Which he was currently failing, but that wasn’t R’dal’s fault, and he had a sneaking suspicion R’dal was blaming himself in some way for the rumor.
Which was of course why R’dal hadn’t spoken to him in a week. Which was silly on all levels, and F’drel decided to put an end to whatever nonsense thoughts had R’dal was hiding himself from F’drel. Halomirth was, as always, delighted to go visit R’dal and Edath, and as soon as they arrived and R’dal had greeted her—and she had given a warm greeting in return—she curled herself up with Edath. She even crawled partially on top of him in her enthusiasm.
“Hey,” F’drel said, hovering near the doorway from the dragon ledge. Usually R’dal would rush up, typically give him a welcome hug, and then physically direct him wherever in the weyr R’dal wanted him at that moment. He didn’t know where to put himself when R’dal didn’t immediately come up to him.
Conveniently for F’drel, it was easy to guess what the problem was. Namely, a fairly ridiculous rumor involving the two of them and R’dal’s friend Aederyn. Nothing that bad, really. It wasn’t like over half the Weyr populations didn’t already think he and R’dal were an item of some sort—F’drel could remember too many awkward conversations with M’ris to think anything else. So that wasn’t anything new.
The amount people were talking about them had increased with the rumours, which F’drel couldn’t say he liked, but he could think of a number of worse things people could be saying about him. Would he prefer no one talked about him? Of course, but he lived in a Weyr; gossip mongers, every single person who lived in them. F’drel unfortunately had to include himself in that, though it wasn’t because he wanted to stay up to date on all the drama because he thought it was fun, he needed it to stay on top of things and keep himself and his family as uninvolved as possible. Which he was currently failing, but that wasn’t R’dal’s fault, and he had a sneaking suspicion R’dal was blaming himself in some way for the rumor.
Which was of course why R’dal hadn’t spoken to him in a week. Which was silly on all levels, and F’drel decided to put an end to whatever nonsense thoughts had R’dal was hiding himself from F’drel. Halomirth was, as always, delighted to go visit R’dal and Edath, and as soon as they arrived and R’dal had greeted her—and she had given a warm greeting in return—she curled herself up with Edath. She even crawled partially on top of him in her enthusiasm.
“Hey,” F’drel said, hovering near the doorway from the dragon ledge. Usually R’dal would rush up, typically give him a welcome hug, and then physically direct him wherever in the weyr R’dal wanted him at that moment. He didn’t know where to put himself when R’dal didn’t immediately come up to him.