17.May.18, 11:19 PM
When it came to running errands, in F’drel’s utterly biased opinion, the worst type of people to run them for were lordlings. The list continued through other holders of rank, to dragonriders of rank, and on and on until you got to the average person, and then servants, then drudges. So while he may resent having to run messages for those of rank, F’drel was a lot more tranquil when it came to helping out the Lower Caverns women. The Headwoman of Ista had, unfortunately, picked up on this trait and he ended up on the short list of her favorite riders to ask for help.
She had some supplies that the Headwoman of Fort apparently needed, and wanted them delivered today if at all possible. Which was her nice way of saying ‘please do it now before I forget about it or someone else uses the supplies,’ so he’d nodded and agreed to just do it immediately. F’drel had little in the way of scheduled chores for the day, so it wasn’t really an inconvenience. And it gave him an excuse to go flying with Miri, even if they cut most of the distance going between. F’drel had also been practically buzzing with a nervous energy for the past few weeks — since reuniting with his siblings and bringing them to Fort Hold — so he grabbed at the excuse to get out and be doing something. Otherwise he’d just be pacing around all day. So he took the burlap bundles of whatever it was — he didn’t bother checking, didn’t really care — and packed them into the saddle bags for Halomirth’s riding straps.
It didn’t take long to get to Fort, and by some coincidence he ran into the Headwoman right away. She thanked him, snagging a nearby weyrbrat to help him bring everything in from his dragon. F’drel and the weyrbrat (Candidate?) followed the Headwoman and put the bags where she told them to place them. The kid ran off as soon as possible, avoiding possible further tasks. F’drel stayed, making sure she didn’t need any further help or didn’t want him to take a message back.
She didn’t want him to take a message, but she apparently had some supplies she wanted him to take back to the Ista Headwoman. F’drel smiled at her and waved off the offer to leave and she’d send someone later. Getting out of the Weyr was good for him, and Miri was itching to visit with her Fort friends. She agreed, and said she would send a firelizard when she was finished. ’Sound good to you?’ F’drel asked her as he headed back to Halomirth to loosen her riding straps for however long they were waiting. Yes! She trilled, excited at the prospect, practically dancing where she waited. F’drel gave her a pat on the nose when he reached her, and once her straps were comfortably reset (He unfortunately didn’t know anywhere good to leave them, so they stayed on.) he gave her a good scratch on the eye ridge and went to the kitchen for a cup of klah or something.
As soon as her rider went back into the Weyr, Halomirth mentally reached out, feeling for her friends. Her clutch mate Umaeth seemed to be out of the Weyr at the moment, which was disappointing. Umaeth was nice, she and Halomirth had been friends as Weyrlings. Her rider had been weyrmated to a brownrider at Fort though, so as soon as they graduated Umaeth had transferred with him to Fort. Halomirth had been mildly devastated, and made sure to visit whenever they were in the area. But, today she could find no trace of her friend. Not in the least deterred, Halomirth proceeded to keep looking, hoping to come across a familiar mind. Pirith didn’t seem to be around either, another of her green friends, so she kept looking. She perked up when she eventually felt one she recognized.
Zeianth! It’s Halomirth. Do you remember me? Are you busy? Can I come say hi? Halomirth asked, with a mental poke to the blue.
@'D'hys'
She had some supplies that the Headwoman of Fort apparently needed, and wanted them delivered today if at all possible. Which was her nice way of saying ‘please do it now before I forget about it or someone else uses the supplies,’ so he’d nodded and agreed to just do it immediately. F’drel had little in the way of scheduled chores for the day, so it wasn’t really an inconvenience. And it gave him an excuse to go flying with Miri, even if they cut most of the distance going between. F’drel had also been practically buzzing with a nervous energy for the past few weeks — since reuniting with his siblings and bringing them to Fort Hold — so he grabbed at the excuse to get out and be doing something. Otherwise he’d just be pacing around all day. So he took the burlap bundles of whatever it was — he didn’t bother checking, didn’t really care — and packed them into the saddle bags for Halomirth’s riding straps.
It didn’t take long to get to Fort, and by some coincidence he ran into the Headwoman right away. She thanked him, snagging a nearby weyrbrat to help him bring everything in from his dragon. F’drel and the weyrbrat (Candidate?) followed the Headwoman and put the bags where she told them to place them. The kid ran off as soon as possible, avoiding possible further tasks. F’drel stayed, making sure she didn’t need any further help or didn’t want him to take a message back.
She didn’t want him to take a message, but she apparently had some supplies she wanted him to take back to the Ista Headwoman. F’drel smiled at her and waved off the offer to leave and she’d send someone later. Getting out of the Weyr was good for him, and Miri was itching to visit with her Fort friends. She agreed, and said she would send a firelizard when she was finished. ’Sound good to you?’ F’drel asked her as he headed back to Halomirth to loosen her riding straps for however long they were waiting. Yes! She trilled, excited at the prospect, practically dancing where she waited. F’drel gave her a pat on the nose when he reached her, and once her straps were comfortably reset (He unfortunately didn’t know anywhere good to leave them, so they stayed on.) he gave her a good scratch on the eye ridge and went to the kitchen for a cup of klah or something.
As soon as her rider went back into the Weyr, Halomirth mentally reached out, feeling for her friends. Her clutch mate Umaeth seemed to be out of the Weyr at the moment, which was disappointing. Umaeth was nice, she and Halomirth had been friends as Weyrlings. Her rider had been weyrmated to a brownrider at Fort though, so as soon as they graduated Umaeth had transferred with him to Fort. Halomirth had been mildly devastated, and made sure to visit whenever they were in the area. But, today she could find no trace of her friend. Not in the least deterred, Halomirth proceeded to keep looking, hoping to come across a familiar mind. Pirith didn’t seem to be around either, another of her green friends, so she kept looking. She perked up when she eventually felt one she recognized.
Zeianth! It’s Halomirth. Do you remember me? Are you busy? Can I come say hi? Halomirth asked, with a mental poke to the blue.
@'D'hys'