04.Mar.21, 12:55 AM
F’drel snorted at D’nei’s realization that he might not be the only one less than pleased about a Flight, though he supposed he could give him some slack, he was terribly overwhelmed at still seemed rather dazed. It was understandable, but the truth of the situation might make him feel better.
“Even greenriders who like sex don’t always like Flights,” he said. “Depends on the green, the dragon who catches her, and that dragon’s rider in addition to however we feel about sex. For example, you didn’t dislocate my shoulder, so that makes Casnovath a better winner than some other dragons.” Not something that had happened to him before, but he knew people who had dealt with that and other Flight injuries.
The fact D’nei could sit up now was promising. F’drel carefully and pointedly looked away while D’nei situated the blanket over himself and then began finding his clothes. “I wouldn’t say numb is better, necessarily, but it’s certainly easier,” he said. Being numb worked, but it still required a lot of compartmentalization and intentional refusal to address a lot of things.
“You don’t have to,” F’drel said, shaking his head. “I’d recommend a bath, a private one if you can manage it. I’ll have help cleaning even if you don’t stay, so don’t feel obligated.” R’dal was probably chomping at the bit right outside the door, just waiting to try speed cleaning his entire weyr before F’drel could. He didn’t seem to quite understand that the point wasn’t the end state of a clean weyr, but the process of cleaning, but F’drel was too fond of his attempts to really try to dissuade him.
“Even greenriders who like sex don’t always like Flights,” he said. “Depends on the green, the dragon who catches her, and that dragon’s rider in addition to however we feel about sex. For example, you didn’t dislocate my shoulder, so that makes Casnovath a better winner than some other dragons.” Not something that had happened to him before, but he knew people who had dealt with that and other Flight injuries.
The fact D’nei could sit up now was promising. F’drel carefully and pointedly looked away while D’nei situated the blanket over himself and then began finding his clothes. “I wouldn’t say numb is better, necessarily, but it’s certainly easier,” he said. Being numb worked, but it still required a lot of compartmentalization and intentional refusal to address a lot of things.
“You don’t have to,” F’drel said, shaking his head. “I’d recommend a bath, a private one if you can manage it. I’ll have help cleaning even if you don’t stay, so don’t feel obligated.” R’dal was probably chomping at the bit right outside the door, just waiting to try speed cleaning his entire weyr before F’drel could. He didn’t seem to quite understand that the point wasn’t the end state of a clean weyr, but the process of cleaning, but F’drel was too fond of his attempts to really try to dissuade him.