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19.May.18, 02:44 AM
F’drel was not at all surprised that D’hys had an immediate response. He vaguely remembered the offer of stew, but his memory of Miri’s Flight weren’t the most coherent. He hadn’t really seriously thought about the specifics of the offer beyond ‘Visit me any time you’re in Fort,’ which was enough for him to think on. The fact that the stew in question (or any stew, F’drel supposed, how would he tell it was the specific stew or not) was made the day he ran into D’hys again was an impressive coincidence. And it was most certainly a coincidence, as he doubted anyone would have stew on hand at all times fro three months in case a random greenrider showed up to visit. D’hys especially didn’t seem the type.
“How timely of me.” Was all F’drel ended up saying.
He couldn’t help noticing the confidence the other man had that F’drel would follow him. Starting to head out without confirming he was being followed? It said something. F’drel wasn’t entirely sure what, though it did remind him a bit of the surety the lords he’d known growing up had that servants and drudges would do as they asked. It felt a bit different though, perhaps because he knew what Halomirth was up to and that F’rel wouldn’t leave the Weyr without her, so it was less due to sense of personal entitlement? Maybe? F’drel couldn’t figure it out, but it was simultaneously annoying and slightly impressive, especially considering he was in fact following D’hys out of the dining hall and into the hallway, damn it all. The questionable choices he made so his dragon could have a good time.
If dragons had lips, Halomirth would be pouting. F’drel says the same thing. She sighed, flopping down dramatically on the ledge. He’s been trying to get me to stop, but it’s so easy. Going between had always been instinctual for her, and she didn’t understand the fear so many had of it. There had been no betweening accidents at Ista since she’d hatched, so the reality of its dangers had yet to really be made clear to her.
Processing Zeianth’s second comment, Halomirth blinked in mild confusion. Why does he have to work for that? My rider and I aren’t going anywhere. He always lets me spend time with friends if we don’t have somewhere to be. She couldn’t think of anything F’drel did that she would call ‘playing’ though. Of the two of them she was the playful one. Though really, if her rider was going to be playing that meant he would be having fun, right? And he needed to have more fun, so it was good! Even if she wasn’t entirely sure what Zeianth meant by the word.
“How timely of me.” Was all F’drel ended up saying.
He couldn’t help noticing the confidence the other man had that F’drel would follow him. Starting to head out without confirming he was being followed? It said something. F’drel wasn’t entirely sure what, though it did remind him a bit of the surety the lords he’d known growing up had that servants and drudges would do as they asked. It felt a bit different though, perhaps because he knew what Halomirth was up to and that F’rel wouldn’t leave the Weyr without her, so it was less due to sense of personal entitlement? Maybe? F’drel couldn’t figure it out, but it was simultaneously annoying and slightly impressive, especially considering he was in fact following D’hys out of the dining hall and into the hallway, damn it all. The questionable choices he made so his dragon could have a good time.
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If dragons had lips, Halomirth would be pouting. F’drel says the same thing. She sighed, flopping down dramatically on the ledge. He’s been trying to get me to stop, but it’s so easy. Going between had always been instinctual for her, and she didn’t understand the fear so many had of it. There had been no betweening accidents at Ista since she’d hatched, so the reality of its dangers had yet to really be made clear to her.
Processing Zeianth’s second comment, Halomirth blinked in mild confusion. Why does he have to work for that? My rider and I aren’t going anywhere. He always lets me spend time with friends if we don’t have somewhere to be. She couldn’t think of anything F’drel did that she would call ‘playing’ though. Of the two of them she was the playful one. Though really, if her rider was going to be playing that meant he would be having fun, right? And he needed to have more fun, so it was good! Even if she wasn’t entirely sure what Zeianth meant by the word.
