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07.Sep.18, 11:21 AM
R’dal knew he had pushed them both too much that day and he blamed himself entirely. He had piled the pressure onto his shoulders again, just like he used to do with Hatchings and if he’d Impress or not, making his dad proud or not. This was a bit more high stakes than that and he shouldn’t have kept going until they were out of steam but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t want to let down his Weyrleader, R’nya, and he definitely couldn’t let down his Weyrleader-dad, M’ris. So R’dal was always the first to volunteer every time a new assignment came in at the resting area. They never rested long but Edath insisted he was fine and that was enough for R’dal. If his dragon had said enough was enough, he would have stopped but Edath seemed intent on helping just as much as he did.
At some point during the day they were finally pulled from rescue missions to help shuttle supplies back and forth between unaffected holds and the Weyr until they were pulled from that as well. Edath was flagging and while R’dal had been as well, he kept trying his best to help, ending up in the kitchen stirring a large pot of stew that would be divvied out to helpers and refugees. Nothing fancy but no one would be expecting much more that day anyway.
R’dal was given a bowl and forced to sit on a stool in the corner of the kitchen by a kind older woman who wasn’t so kind in that moment as she glared at him until he ate the last drop. Then she had smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and told him to go home and rest. R’dal nodded, not sure he’d even make it out the door with how tired he suddenly felt, but make it he did, and even mounted Edath without issue. Jumping back to Telgar seemed too risky right then so they opted for a leisurely flight back to Ista Weyr, landing at the Weyrleader’s ledge.
His dad wasn’t back yet, but R’dal expected that. M’ris would stay until everything was put into place for overnight assistance and then likely return long enough to grab a short nap before going out again. It’s why he didn’t feel too guilty stealing his dad’s personal bath for a quick scrub down of body and hair, hoping to get rid of the stench clinging to him. It was tempting to sleep right there in the water but R’dal had tried that once and woke up in a panic, thinking he was going to drown and had done his best to avoid the temptation again.
Once clean, he frowned at the pile of dirty riding leathers and clothes. He didn’t want to put them back on and defeat the purpose of the bath so they were all shoved into his bag before rummaging through M’ris’ clothing to find a shirt and pants he could steal. His dad was a bit larger than him in muscle and only a bit taller but R’dal felt like he was swimming in the clothes but they were clean and comfortable.
Instead of stealing the currently open bed or the couch, R’dal mounted up again. M’ris would likely come home, bathe, and sleep. Maybe visit with Ameris. He didn’t need company for any of that. But who did need company? He still didn’t like the idea of going all the way home and didn’t know which of his Ista friends would have time or space for him this visit. Yes, he did!
A few minutes later and R’dal was standing on Halomirth’s ledge as Edath crooned a greeting to the green. R’dal did his best not to pout when he heard F’drel wasn’t home right then and after asking if he could curl up with Edath on the ledge for a short nap, he did just that. Edath invited Halomirth to join them as he settled in, R’dal curling up against a forepaw.
At some point during the day they were finally pulled from rescue missions to help shuttle supplies back and forth between unaffected holds and the Weyr until they were pulled from that as well. Edath was flagging and while R’dal had been as well, he kept trying his best to help, ending up in the kitchen stirring a large pot of stew that would be divvied out to helpers and refugees. Nothing fancy but no one would be expecting much more that day anyway.
R’dal was given a bowl and forced to sit on a stool in the corner of the kitchen by a kind older woman who wasn’t so kind in that moment as she glared at him until he ate the last drop. Then she had smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and told him to go home and rest. R’dal nodded, not sure he’d even make it out the door with how tired he suddenly felt, but make it he did, and even mounted Edath without issue. Jumping back to Telgar seemed too risky right then so they opted for a leisurely flight back to Ista Weyr, landing at the Weyrleader’s ledge.
His dad wasn’t back yet, but R’dal expected that. M’ris would stay until everything was put into place for overnight assistance and then likely return long enough to grab a short nap before going out again. It’s why he didn’t feel too guilty stealing his dad’s personal bath for a quick scrub down of body and hair, hoping to get rid of the stench clinging to him. It was tempting to sleep right there in the water but R’dal had tried that once and woke up in a panic, thinking he was going to drown and had done his best to avoid the temptation again.
Once clean, he frowned at the pile of dirty riding leathers and clothes. He didn’t want to put them back on and defeat the purpose of the bath so they were all shoved into his bag before rummaging through M’ris’ clothing to find a shirt and pants he could steal. His dad was a bit larger than him in muscle and only a bit taller but R’dal felt like he was swimming in the clothes but they were clean and comfortable.
Instead of stealing the currently open bed or the couch, R’dal mounted up again. M’ris would likely come home, bathe, and sleep. Maybe visit with Ameris. He didn’t need company for any of that. But who did need company? He still didn’t like the idea of going all the way home and didn’t know which of his Ista friends would have time or space for him this visit. Yes, he did!
A few minutes later and R’dal was standing on Halomirth’s ledge as Edath crooned a greeting to the green. R’dal did his best not to pout when he heard F’drel wasn’t home right then and after asking if he could curl up with Edath on the ledge for a short nap, he did just that. Edath invited Halomirth to join them as he settled in, R’dal curling up against a forepaw.
