20.Oct.18, 05:25 AM
“You don’t mind if I wait, then?” M’ris normally would have left and could have easily hunted down his target in this case since R’dal was likely in the dining cavern or on his way back from it. But he couldn’t resist needling F’drel about his relationship with R’dal. It was likely just a friendship given how he had seen his son hug everyone he knew or curl up for a nap with just as many of them. But what if it wasn’t? What if R’dal was interested in this boy or F’drel had designs on his innocent boy that didn’t see the bad in anyone?
As F’drel stepped aside for him to enter, M’ris wondered how much it pained a greenrider to have the Weyrleader, or simply a bronzerider, in his weyr. He’d heard time and time again that they most of all felt their weyr was their sanctuary and where they could escape the abuse of the day, though everyone knew a door wasn’t always going to stop someone. He turned around after entering to see if he could tell if F’drel was more rigid than usual and if there was any panic in his eyes but what he saw instead was a fresh mark on the back of his neck. Was that a love bite? Taking in the rumpled appearance again, M’ris had to assume it was and clothing had been tossed back on for the food intermission or because someone came knocking at the door.
He never would have pegged R’dal as the sort to bite. He was far too squishy and lovable for such things, but what did he know? It wasn’t like he was analysing his children’s sex lives. Maybe he’d know soon with the teasing and questions he wanted to toss at the greenrider. “So how long have you been friends with R’dal? He’s not driving you insane, is he? He’s a bit overwhelming but I’m sure you’ve learned that already. Maybe you have your own way of calming and tiring him out as well.”
As F’drel stepped aside for him to enter, M’ris wondered how much it pained a greenrider to have the Weyrleader, or simply a bronzerider, in his weyr. He’d heard time and time again that they most of all felt their weyr was their sanctuary and where they could escape the abuse of the day, though everyone knew a door wasn’t always going to stop someone. He turned around after entering to see if he could tell if F’drel was more rigid than usual and if there was any panic in his eyes but what he saw instead was a fresh mark on the back of his neck. Was that a love bite? Taking in the rumpled appearance again, M’ris had to assume it was and clothing had been tossed back on for the food intermission or because someone came knocking at the door.
He never would have pegged R’dal as the sort to bite. He was far too squishy and lovable for such things, but what did he know? It wasn’t like he was analysing his children’s sex lives. Maybe he’d know soon with the teasing and questions he wanted to toss at the greenrider. “So how long have you been friends with R’dal? He’s not driving you insane, is he? He’s a bit overwhelming but I’m sure you’ve learned that already. Maybe you have your own way of calming and tiring him out as well.”