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[G] [C] 739.11.02 | Broody Bonding
11am | T’ryn

F'drel
of Green Halomirth

Date of Birth
25.09.718, 26
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6'4"
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blueish hazel
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Fit
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Dark brown

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Written By: Zandelion
#1
Halomirth was terrifically lucky they lived in Ista where it stayed warmer. True, F’drel had heard that the other Weyrs were warmer than the surrounding areas and even when Telgar and Fort Holds had snow the Weyrs didn’t, they were still colder than Ista in the later months of the turn. So while it may not be snowing all the time, it was still less than pleasant to spend long periods of time outside. Nabol was at the foot of a mountain, F’drel remembered awful snowy winters and Ista’s were nothing like that. Which worked in Miri’s favor because it wasn’t so cold F’drel refused to go out to the lake with her so she could swim. F’drel was starting to think that just maybe he should actually learn to swim, considering Miri enjoyed the activity so much. He didn’t go in the water much himself, but he was sure it was inevitable. Maybe he could ask R’dal to teach him? Or would that be too awkward considering their past experiences with swimming.

In any case, Miri had decided it was a morning for swimming, and the two of them had glided down to the lake, where F’drel planned to find a nice rock to sit on while Halomirth splashed her way into the water to play around for a while. Of course, that didn’t work out because there was already a dragon nearby Miri’s favorite area, and Miri being Miri she had to go over and say hello. To a very large bronze dragon, and F’drel couldn’t help the soft dread at almost certainly having to interact with a bronzerider. At least it wasn’t M’ris, F’drel had definitely spent enough time with the Weyrleader recently to last a good long while. Sure, it was maybe half an hour, but that was plenty for at least half a turn. Still, he wasn’t eager to make the acquaintance of another bronzerider. Miri, on the other hand, was.

Hello! Halomirth greeted cheerfully, walking up to the immense bronze in the water while F’drel lagged along on the shore, really not wanting to get closer but feeling a need to mitigate any damage Miri might do if she accidentally offended a bronze, how are you today, Syrendryth? The green wasn’t well acquainted with Syrendryth, but she knew of him. Mylorah had mentioned him before, and R’dal had too, since they were both friends with his rider. He sounded nice, and she wanted to get to know him better! F’drel, feeling his dragon’s intentions, was dreading whatever would happen next.

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T'ryn
of Bronze Syrendryth

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17.04.722, 22
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6'1
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Blue
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Lean, fit
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Blonde, shorter

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Written By: SunsetWay
#2
When Syrendryth was a baby, T’ryn was always excited to bathe and oil his dragon and didn’t mind doing the chore a second time with Rhezalth while N’mor recovered from losing his arm. But then the dragons grew up, and boy did they grow. There was so much of Syrendryth now that T’ryn couldn’t stop the groan that always came when he knew it was bath time. At least his dragon kept his gangly appearance and didn’t put on weight, giving him more to scrub. As it was, they compromised with a slight cheat, letting Syrendryth swim a bit, getting most of the dust off and loosening any caked on dirt—which was never really an issue since his dragon was too dignified to go rolling around in mud. They never skimped on the oiling, though. No way would T’ryn ever allow that to happen! He’d never forgive himself if Syrendryth had scarring due to his poor job of oiling the soft hide. Along with Rhezalth, he practically sparkled in the sunlight when little because of his rider’s paranoia of messing up not one, but two dragons.

Honestly, bath time had happened only three days earlier but thanks to their trip to High Reaches Weyr that was abandoned and very dusty and dirty, another bath was in order. So they were at the lake, Syrendryth paddling around in the deeper area and moving his way to the shallows when a green pair landed. They caught Syrendryth’s attention first as T’ryn was lost in his thoughts, thinking back on everything that had happened the day before and startled back to reality when, Halomirth and her rider F’drel, broke through his thoughts. T’ryn frowned, wondering why he was getting names randomly tossed at him, and then followed his dragon’s gaze and saw why.

Wasn’t that one of Mylorah’s friends? Technically that could be said about everyone, his sister taking after their father in the social butterfly area, but he’d seen her sitting with the greenrider from time to time, chatting him up and seeming to have a good time. He looked for her but didn’t see her and wondered if it was bath time for the little green as well or if the pair just liked swimming. It seemed at least one of them liked socialising if the way Halomirth charged right for the mentally sighing bronze was any indication. T’ryn bit back a grin, amused at his dragon’s suffering. He knew Syrendryth didn’t talk to many humans, but he was never sure how often he spoke to other dragons and how interactive a conversation was. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to ignore this green, though.

I’m well, Halomirth. Are you here to swim or sun? Syrendryth’s voice smooth, as always, with only the usual hint of slyness but nothing else. He was being rather polite as he found the young green friendly and not disrespectful. Not hearing the conversation, T’ryn took the fact that Syrendryth hadn’t turned away from Halomirth as a good sign and decided not to worry about them, turning his attention to F’drel.

“Hi, F’drel, right? I’ve seen my… Mylorah pestering you before.” Just because they were both rather loose-lipped about them being related didn’t mean she had actually told F’drel R’nd was her dad. Maybe he was friends with R’nd and would say something so he kept their link quiet. “Glad to see you’ve survived that. Oh, and R’dal. He’s mentioned visiting you a lot when he comes by. Welcome to the club of people with infinite patience.” He laughed as he waved to the spot beside him on his blanket. Since he had no plans to get in the water himself that day, he’d come prepared to laze around in the sun and be lost with his thoughts for a while, but he supposed he could be social for a while. He could actually hear Mylorah’s voice in the back of his head nagging him to get out more and make new friends.

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F'drel
of Green Halomirth

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Written By: Zandelion
#3
F’drel nodded, confirming T’ryn had his name right, and slowly approached the bronzerider’s blanket. He wasn’t sure how comfortable he felt joining a man he didn’t know on a blanket, but R’dal and Mylorah both vouched for him being decent. Not that he completely trusted anyone else’s judgement, and Mylorah was a bit biased considering the man was her brother, but it was more assurance of safety than he usually got. Besides, F’drel figured it would be rude to refuse the offer of blanket space and being rude to bronzeriders struck him as a poor idea. And he really needed to be on hand in case Miri offended Syrendryth.

“Pestering is one word for it,” he said, gingerly sitting down on the edge of the indicated space. “Does your sister usually choose random people she’s never met to befriend?” F’drel thought it was par for the course with Mylorah, but the way his life had been going that turn he wouldn’t be surprised if he were an exception. She really did seem the type to think people needed friends and befriend them, though. For a while she’d just said hi and sometimes invited him to things — that he usually declined, but sometimes Miri put her foot down when it was things she could attend to, like the camping trip — but she’d started paying a little more attention the past few months. Maybe that was because of R’dal? It was indirectly because of her they had become friends — or whatever they were — and maybe she had taken that as a reason to get to know F’drel better? Fuck if he understood how weyrbrats thought, they were all too fucking open and determined to know everyone and their business.

Speaking of R’dal, he wanted to clarify something T’ryn said. “Do you mean R’dal mentions visiting me a lot as in he says he visits a lot or he mentions it a lot?” F’drel wanted to know for sure, because he’d like to know how much he had to be worried about R’dal talking about him to everyone. Well, to friends, but R’dal seemed to define friends like Miri did — he talked to them once, it didn’t suck, so they were friends from then on. F’drel shot a quick glance towards the lake, where Miri was currently in the process of hopefully making a new her-and-R’dal style friend.

Oh, good! I’m glad you’re well! the green said cheerfully, meaning every word, I’m here to swim, though I suppose I could sun when I’m done swimming, couldn’t I? That might be nice. Are you here to swim too? Do you mind if I join? Halomirth asked eagerly, sitting down in the water a few lengths from the bronze. She didn’t want to crowd him, after all, though if he was alright with her being close that was obviously good! Bronzes didn’t seem the cuddliest sort, but Halomirth didn’t know any bronzes that well, and she would love to be surprised! Most of her friends were her size or smaller, but Syrendryth was bigger, and Halomirth thought that might make the bronze excellent for leaning against. Only if he wanted her to, of course! Her eyes whirled a bright blue-green as she quietly swished her tail through the water waiting for Syrendryth’s response, creating tiny waves in the lake.

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T'ryn
of Bronze Syrendryth

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Written By: SunsetWay
#4
T'ryn visibly relaxed when F'drel asked his question with a 'your sister' thrown into it. He hated trying to keep their relation a secret, knowing one day he was going to slip up--like he had with Ayontay's name being on the family tree that R'nd had apparently seen. At least Ayontay was like him and wanted the bluerider in his life. He understood Mylorah's reasoning for not needing R'nd in her life, but couldn't they still just tell him and have her say she didn't need a dad and let him go about his life as usual? Then at least her siblings could stop worrying about saying the wrong thing to the wrong person. Sisters were so frustrating!

"Yeah... that's Mylo in a nutshell. She doesn't like seeing people sad or alone and makes it her mission to befriend them or find them a friend." She had turned too much of that power on him lately, though she did help bring N'mor back into his life so T'ryn couldn't hate her entirely for pushing him to be social. Besides, he could be social when he wanted to be! He was just the day before with sneaking off with Casa, but that was part of why he was silently brooding on an empty beach alone, so it was probably best not to think on that too much now that he wasn't entirely alone.

He didn't think F'drel had noticed when he approached and hopefully didn't notice the frown and crease between his brows as his thoughts drifted. At least, it didn't seem he had when he asked for clarification about R'dal. How many times over the turns had someone in their little group asked for clarification or a translation of Ristandal? T'ryn laughed softly, knowing this time it was partly his fault for being a bit vague. "On one of his last visits I teased him that he doesn't come by much anymore. He said he's still in Ista a lot but he's usually visiting you. Apparently, you're a good nap buddy and he usually falls asleep or just loses track of the time."

Despite not having any real interest in chasing greens, Syrendryth had decided he still wouldn't be viewed by one as undignified and confessing he was more soaking away the grime of the day and less actually swimming, seemed to fall in that category. It would also cast T'ryn in a bad light to have it be known he took a shortcut when it came to washing his dragon and Syrendryth would not tolerate that. His rider still scrubbed him and cared for him, but a team effort was needed. A bit of light swimming before cooling off in the shade, he honestly did prefer the shade to lying out in the sun. Ista was typically hot enough that even the shade wasn't as cool as was often desired so he could dry off from a swim and still reserve his energy by avoiding the hot sun.

As he turned back from the shore to head into the deeper water again, he looked over his shoulder at Halomirth, I don't mind you joining me, it wasn't like he owned the lake or requested to be left alone. He loved T'ryn but even he wasn't as bad as the boy with avoiding others. It was nice to have company sometimes and today was one of those times. Though he did hope Halomirth wouldn't talk incessantly.

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F'drel
of Green Halomirth

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Written By: Zandelion
#5
“Hmn,” F’drel said, keeping a close eye on Halomirth instead of making any sort of eye contact with T’ryn, “something tells me she’s usually fairly successful.” If only because F’drel was almost positive Mylorah didn’t accept failure in this area, and would keep pushing and meddling until everyone gave up and did what she wanted. Though she was also paying him more attention now that F’drel actually had something resembling a friend, so apparently success wasn’t a deterrent either. She just really liked meddling, F’drel decided.

It wasn’t until T’ryn answered his question about R’dal — sounded like it was only the once, thank fuck, though F’drel wasn’t convinced that meant R’dal didn’t talk about him to people other than T’ryn more often— that F’drel realized how fucking desperate it made him sound. ‘Does he talk about me?’ Blegh. Maybe T’ryn wouldn’t think anything of it and it would be fine. Or maybe it would be better if T’ryn thought he was dating his friend? T’ryn might be the sort to keep an eye out for his friends’ significant others, which might keep some of the undesirables away. Maybe. Unless T’ryn — or M’ris, and wouldn’t that be terrifying — thought he was cheating on R’dal, which would likely go horribly for F’drel, but then again weyr relationships were so complicated anyway it might not even register as a problem. Fuck, why did having friends have to be so complicated? Staying a recluse sounded so much less stressful. Too bad Miri wouldn’t let him hole up in his weyr forever. Besides, even if he did there were plenty of people who had no qualms about inviting themselves into his home.

So of course, here he was sitting next to the lake with a bronzerider because he was an idiot and his overly friendly dragon was blotting out any vestiges of sense he had left with her sheer enthusiasm and innocence. Stupid green would get him seriously hurt one day and F’drel wouldn't even be able to blame her for it. He sighed, before freezing when he realized it had been several long seconds and he hadn’t responded to T’ryn. Fuck.

“I had to get an extra pillow, he’s over so often,” F’drel admitted, trying to play the topic off as not serious in addition to as being clear that actual sleeping was happening. Though if T’ryn was a good friend of R’dal’s he was probably well aware of the bluerider’s fondness for friend-naps — unless that was something he only did with F’drel, but he was pretty sure R’dal had mentioned it wasn’t at least once. Honestly, the image of R’dal roping bronzeriders into naps was pretty entertaining. Maybe F’drel would have to ask the bluerider sometime. If he found a way to ask that didn’t sound fucking possessive or whatever. Probably wouldn’t even occur to R’dal, but F’drel didn’t want to risk it. Or maybe he could learn some of the answers from T’ryn. “Has he always been like that?” F’drel asked.

In sheer contrast to her rider, Halomirth didn’t at all think beyond the surface level of what was said. Syrendryth didn’t have to worry about appearing undignified or making T’ryn look bad; the thoughts would never even occur to Halomirth. She had no real sense of dignity (or lack thereof), and she’d think letting the lake help with bathing was clever, not lazy! The green nodded her head excitedly at the permission to swim with the bronze and waded after him into the deeper water. She hummed happily as she paddled around in the lake, periodically making comments or asking questions of the bronze, doing her best to make friends with Syrendryth. The day was going great!

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T'ryn
of Bronze Syrendryth

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17.04.722, 22
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Written By: SunsetWay
#6
T’ryn tried not to laugh at the admission that an extra pillow had been acquired to accommodate R’dal visits. They all had learned that lesson. If they didn’t, they were just used as the pillow, though that could still happen even if the proper supplies existed. The bluerider was just cuddly and as far as T’ryn knew, it was always platonic as well. At least, R’dal had never made any advances on him. Maybe it was just him and he didn’t appeal to R’dal. That seemed likely given his track record of striking out when trying for a relationship. He didn’t think it’d be polite to ask F’drel if he was only sleeping with R’dal or if there was more to it. It wasn’t his business anyway and would probably only bruise his ego and confidence all the more if his suspicions were confirmed.

“He has definitely always been like that. Naps at any random time and location, preferably with a friend cuddled up with him. It’s one of his odd quirks, but I’m sure you’ve already discovered a lot of them.” R’dal was a pretty open book, not seeing a need to lie or hide any facts. He could be hard to figure out, though, just because he didn’t act like everyone else or do what was expected. He had a unique way of looking at life and everything around him and T’ryn loved it, honestly. He had been told he had his own special way of seeing things as well given how he viewed some things in a technical manner and as a problem that needed to be solved.

“He’s one of the nicest guys you’ll ever meet despite his oddities that can be jarring if you don’t know him. And he’s hard to offend or upset, mostly because he doesn’t pay attention to what others think of him.” T’ryn smiled at F’drel, enjoying the easy talk about someone that wasn’t him. If people weren’t offering their pity to him for the Hatching, they were gossiping about it when they thought he couldn’t hear it. To have someone talk with him and not even mention it was a nice change. His gaze drifted out to the lake, vaguely watching the dragons as he pulled his knees up to his chest to rest his chin on them. “I wish more people were as genuine as Rista… uh, R’dal.” He was typically pretty good at using honorifics but sometimes a childhood nickname slipped out, especially when he was feeling nostalgic.

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F'drel
of Green Halomirth

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25.09.718, 26
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Written By: Zandelion
#7
Confirmation that R’dal was in fact just as odd with everyone else honestly made F’drel breathe easier. Not that he really thought R’dal was playing a long game with him — which was a surprise of its own, considering his usual deep suspicion — but it was just nice to have further proof he wasn’t being treated any different than anyone else by the bluerider. That he was just another random friend and not — what, a target? A love interest? Anything else, he supposed. He didn’t think he wanted to be anything other than one out of many friends right then.

“As quirks go, all of his seem rather benign,” F’drel admitted. Sure, the sleepover frequency still had F'drel a bit on edge sometimes, and some nights he just lay there wondering when it was all going to fall apart around him, but R’dal being R’dal wasn’t exactly harmful. So far, anyway — who knew what might happen if they had a falling out and M’ris wanted to get back at the greenrider who hurt his son. That was actually a rather concerning idea and F’drel hoped it never came to that. M’ris had a reputation for being rather relaxed as Weyrleaders went, but that didn’t mean he was safe.

“I’d rather know someone who’s nice but a bit odd than someone who’s nasty but completely normal,” he said honestly. ‘Normal’ generally just meant someone went along with the rules, including the ones like ‘if you have power over someone, abuse it,’ meaning odd and quirky people were actually much more likely to be decent. What a fucked up world this was, if that was how it worked. Sighing, F’drel tried to focus back in on T’ryn instead of wandering off into his own thoughts again. He caught the way T’ryn started calling R’dal one thing and then switched it. A nickname he didn’t think F’drel would know? Or was it his name from before getting the dragonrider honorific. F’drel didn’t usually have much trouble with his own name, and he didn’t know enough people at the Weyrs prior to their Impression to have much experience changing what he called someone. The people in his own Weyrling class he’d maybe heard their name once or not at all before the got their honorifics, so making the change wasn’t hard at all. Was it harder with someone you’d known by one name all your life? And what was R’dal’s original name, anyway? Rista? Was that the whole name? It couldn’t be, cause where did the ‘dal’ come from if it was. F’drel wasn’t sure if that was something that was appropriate to ask dragonriders, it hadn’t exactly been covered in Candidate or Weyrling classes. There was probably a way he could ask without saying something wrong.

“I apologize if this is a silly question, but I’ve only been in the Weyr for about three turns and I’ve never figured this out. What’s the etiquette around asking about old names?” F’drel wondered, shifting to look at T’ryn. Just enough to be polite, because otherwise it would look too much like he was actively avoiding looking at the bronzerider, and that would probably come across as rude or nervous. He didn’t want T’ryn to think that, even if he was the second. Partially because pissing off bronzeriders wasn't on his to-do list, but also because T’ryn seemed decent, both in-person and from what others said. And yeah, F’drel didn’t trust anyone, really, but he didn’t want to actively antagonize the man just because F’drel was a suspicious bastard. Much safer to keep people happy and at least tolerating him, if not liking him. Especially when they were likely reasonably decent people. Hopefully.

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T'ryn
of Bronze Syrendryth

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17.04.722, 22
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Written By: SunsetWay
#8
T’ryn agreed and nodded at the assessment that odd but nice was a far better combination than normal and mean. Growing up in Katila made it fairly easy to know who to befriend and who to avoid –though some were good at faking the kindness when in public—but with the influx of Candidates and people coming to work at a Weyr as they fled their holder life, he was starting to have trouble knowing everyone’s name, let alone what type of person they were like. To be new to the Weyr and have to figure out everyone on your own had to be scary, especially as a greenrider. T’ryn didn’t stick much to stereotypes when it came to colours, though they each had their role to play, but he knew how a lot of men liked to view greenriders and wondered if F’drel knew too much about who to avoid and started to analyse what was said, even though it was rather vague.

Luckily for F’drel, he T’ryn didn’t want to be rude and continued to focus on R’dal instead of asking after names. He almost laughed when F’drel asked about names, though in an entirely different way. He continued to stare out at the dragons as he thought about how to answer the tricky question since some men would be sensitive about it for one reason or another. Finally finding an answer of sorts, T’ryn turned to face F’drel, folding his legs up under him to give off a more open and comfortable vibe instead of one of drawing in and brooding like his knee-hugging probably appeared.

“It can be tricky. I mean, honorific kind of says it, doesn’t it? It’s an honour to have such a name from your dragon so some people will pretend they never had another name since that’s a part of their old life. I find a lot of the older riders and arrogant guys are more inclined to be that way.” He was kind of on the fence about it all. If friends or family called him Telrynd, that was fine by him, and he’d tell anyone that asked as well since it wasn’t a secret. But in a professional capacity, he felt people should use T’ryn, especially around holders since it was something that distinguished them from each other. Other than the large dragon at their side, that is.

“If they’re approachable in general, they’re likely going to tell you. Or make you try and guess, which is not easy or all that fun,” T’ryn laughed as he thought about some of the people he knew and their long names condensed down to three or four letters. His own name was rather short in comparison and only lost a few letters but it was still a challenge. “If you’re wondering about R’dal, he’ll tell you anything if you ask and he won’t care that I tell you since I already gave half of it away. He’s Ristandal and some of us always called him Rista or even Risty. I’m Telrynd, whether you were curious or not. It makes me laugh, honestly. It sounds like ‘tell R’nd’ and how my existence should have told R’nd I was his.” His mom had a good sense of humour, though he didn’t know if she had planned his name to be that way or not.

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Written By: Zandelion
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What T’ryn said made sense. F’drel was quite sure just about everyone he knew — outside of R’dal, apparently T’ryn, and a few of his greenrider friend-acquaintances — would be of the sort to get terribly offended if asked what their name used to be. Not something he would be casually asking, it seemed, thought at least F’drel knew it wasn’t a complete taboo. He didn’t really care what people used to be called, it didn’t change anything, or hold any meaning, but he liked knowing the rules so he could keep from overstepping them.

Though hearing R’dal’s old name made it more obvious he was M’ris’ son — the ‘ris’ was there — whereas his honorific didn’t reveal that information at all. So it seemed honorifics could obscure family relationships, which was interesting. Not that all people named their children after themselves, but enough did name similarities could sometimes be used to gain additional information about someone. Unless, apparently, you were a dragon rider and your dragon got rid of that part of your name.

Speaking of being named after your parents, F’drel wondered if all of R’nd’s children were so fixated on who their father was. Mylorah was a little, though she didn’t talk about it constantly and T’ryn seemed to be as well if his last comment was anything to go by. F’drel didn’t really see the point in caring so much, but perhaps he’d feel differently if he actually knew who his own father was. It had just been so unimportant all of his life he had trouble understanding why it mattered to other people. Not that he was going to interrogate T’ryn about how the bronzerider felt about his father to help F’drel understand — he wasn’t so interested he wanted to broach the topic with someone he’d just met, or even Mylorah, who he knew better. They could all have their complicated family feelings over there and he could have his own by himself.

The question now was should F’drel share his own name? Since T’ryn had given his. Was that the right response? T’ryn hadn’t asked, but was the question implied? F’drel didn’t know the bronzerider well enough to be sure. It’s not like T’ryn could learn anything from his name. It only mattered if someone knew where he came from and cared enough to ask around. And really, if anyone went to Nabol and wanted to find out more about him, they’d hardly need his old name. Drudges being Searched was hardly common, it’d be easy to track his history — at least part of it — down. F’drel had just been lucky enough that no one cared enough about him to bother with the effort.

“Fendrel,” he said after a pause, “Miri just didn’t like the ’n,’ apparently.” As name changes went, F’drel’s wasn’t particularly major. Two letters, and the sound of one of them was pretty much still there. His siblings still called him ‘Fen,’ though, so it’s not like he’d completely lost his old name anyway. But it was just different enough that every time someone said his name these days it reminded him he wasn’t a drudge anymore, that he had a dragon,even if she was a bit of a handful, and while a lot of things hadn’t really changed in the past two turns so many others had.

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Written By: SunsetWay
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T'ryn smiled as F'drel gave out his own name and chuckled at the explanation. He wondered, not for the first time, how dragons came up with the honorifics. Did they just decide they wanted a new and shorter name? Was it something that added to their bond? Someone told him dragons are smarter than humans and their brains work too fast and they slur long names into short ones. He wasn't too sure about that theory thanks to some of the dragons he knew but it made about as much sense as anything else people came up with.

"She's not alone in that habit. I don't know if you met the twins but no one could tell them apart and just called them Vian. When Nyvian Impressed, his dragon only dropped the 'y' making him N'vian." T'ryn was young when that happened and he remembered both being absolutely heartbroken for Ryvian, left alone on the Sands while his brother pranced off with a dragon. But he was also amused that even the bronze was in on the joke and kept the Vian name alive. "When Ryvian finally Impressed, his dragon tossed a few more letters aside to make him R'vi. Dragons are weird. ...and a handful."

T'ryn glanced back out and saw that Syrendryth must have decided the green wasn't too terrible as he showed off by diving down to catch fish. Usually he only did such things in front of golds as they watched him hunt so it was odd to see him playing nicely with a green dragon and T'ryn smiled, glad they were both making friends. Well, he hoped he was making one, and not just so he could tell Mylorah that he had. F'drel seemed a decent sort of guy so far and T'ryn liked the mellow attitude.

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Written By: Zandelion
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F’drel shook his head at T’ryn, “No, I’ve never met N’vian. I’ve met R’vi, run into him a few times around Ista, but I don’t know him.” Only in group settings, like the time he got dragged to a Gather by some fellow greenriders, but F’drel had never had a conversation with the bluerider. Or had sex with him, considering that seemed to be the assumption people made if you knew R’vi. More often than not it seemed to be true, too, based on the people F’drel knew. “It does show it’s mostly dragon preference though, doesn’t it. Since their names were only a letter apart to start with but their honorifics are very different. Which makes it a case of dragons being weird. And a handful.” He sighed as he followed T’ryn’s gaze to their dragons, and tuned in to Halomirth.

From what F’drel could tell, she was absolutely delighted. He considered telling T’ryn to warn Syrendryth not to give her a fish, because she would probably faint in happiness. Silly dragon who liked fish way too much. Poor bronze had no idea what he was getting into with Miri. Meant no harm, obviously, but she’d already decided Syrendryth was her friend now and F’drel wasn’t entirely sure the bronze was as interested in that as she was. Whatever, too late now, he would just have to deal with a bubbly green who thinks his fishing ability is amazing more often than likely desired. Which meant F’drel would probably be seeing more of T’ryn, if Miri had her way — both with making her own friends and encouraging him to make them. F’drel sighed again, resigned to it; T’ryn didn’t seem too bad, and hopefully he’d never have to learn otherwise. Pity he had never been that lucky before.

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Written By: SunsetWay
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It was nice having someone agree with him on dragons being weird and a handful. Not that no one ever did. It was more he didn't share that opinion much, probably because of his lack of social life lately and how those that had also Impressed didn't pop by as much. It was hard to explain why he thought dragons were weird and how they had certain quirks to those that didn't have one. They couldn't fully understand what it was like to have the constant companion in your head or how you knew they were getting into trouble without looking. You just [i[knew[/i]. Though, that was more knowing your dragon too well and what they'd get up to when left to their own devices. T'ryn had to admit, he was pretty lucky with Syrendryth. He only had to put up with the bronze's opinions on other people and dragons and he wondered what would be said about Halomirth. Seemed like he was getting along so far.

"As weird as they are and even with being a handful, I wouldn't trade mine in for anything." Not that he could trade him in but T'ryn didn't wish he never Impressed or anything dramatic either. Except after our glorious win. Right, except after that. But that was justified and he was going to do his best to thwart any other attempts in the future. He did not want to go through that again, especially if he won! That reminded him, he still hadn't put together a schedule of the known Flight patterns for the golds. The young ones like Nadioth and Bedith hadn't Risen enough to make a pattern but T'ryn would carefully watch from a distance and maybe avoid Telgar forever anyway. Maybe he should move to Fort. No one would be dumb enough to mess with Xyreith and Aradissicath and they oddly seemed to have less golds to worry about.

He was still thinking about what he had to do and weighing the pros and cons of a move that he knew he wouldn't do anyway when T'ryn remembered he wasn't sitting alone. "Shoot, sorry. Got lost in thought." His apology was sincere but T'ryn didn't know what else to say. He realised they had chatted mostly about R'dal which led to honorifics. An odd transition but anything involving R'dal was usually odd. But he didn't know what the next logical leap in conversation should be or if they needed one. Maybe F'drel didn't want to talk with him anymore or maybe he was also comfortable in silence as they watched the dragons swim. He decided to stay silent and see what happened.

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Written By: Zandelion
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In general, F’drel had no issues with silences. Companionable silences were perfectly enjoyable, but the important factor there was knowing that it was a companionable silence and the other person wasn’t expecting you to do something. With R’dal, for example, F’drel could usually be sure the bluerider wasn’t waiting for a particular reaction and he could just stay quiet until R’dal decided to start talking again. With T’ryn, F’drel didn’t have the same understanding of when a response was wanted, so he sat stiffly and waited for a better idea of why T’ryn was being quiet. Was he talking to his dragon, or waiting for F’drel to say something, or what?

Thankfully, it didn’t seem like T’ryn was waiting for any sort of response and had just been thinking. F’drel’s shoulders relaxed just a fraction, relieved he didn’t seem to need to say anything.

“Happens,” he shrugged, not wanting to give T’ryn the impression that silence was bad, because now that he knew T’ryn got distracted with his own thoughts it meant that prolonged silences were safe, and extended periods where he didn’t need to say or do anything were just fine by F’drel, “don’t worry about it.”

And then he didn’t know what else to say, so he focused on Halomirth who seemed to be ‘ooh’ing and ‘ah’ing as Syrendryth caught fish and she tried very hard not to scare all the fish away by wiggling in excitement. How exciting.

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Written By: SunsetWay
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T’ryn smiled, relieved that F’drel didn’t think him odd or rude for the lapse in conversation and admitting he was lost in thought. Then again, the greenrider seemed like he might harbour the same tendencies and that put him even more at ease. It was nice to find someone else that was okay with not talking constantly and didn’t pry into every aspect of his life. Sure, he asked questions, but they seemed thought out, like F’drel was worried he’d say the wrong thing. Hopefully that wasn’t because he was speaking to a bronzerider. Turns later and T’ryn was still adjusting to the way people now saw him thanks to Syrendryth.

“The dragons seem like they’re getting along and might be a while. You’re welcome to stay. Ask questions or silently soak up the day,” the latter of which was what T’ryn was currently leaning towards. He didn’t mind their conversing but as he leaned all the way back and made himself comfortable with hands under his head as a pillow, he was feeling more inclined to simply unwind and try not to think yet again on the discoveries made at High Reaches Weyr.

“And please let me know if I’m accidentally being rude. Smack my shoulder or something. I never intentionally mean to ignore someone but Mylorah likes to say I’m broody and miss the world around me lately.” He glanced over to F’drel, his smile returning, but this time with a slightly wicked tilt to it, “if you’re looking to adopt a sister, I’m sure she won’t mind. I know I won’t.”

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Written By: Zandelion
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“I’m sure Miri would have some words for me if I tried to leave,” F’drel said with an eye roll, still watching his ridiculous dragon. Because she was making a friend, so he had to be making one too. He didn’t feel terribly inclined to take T’ryn up on the offer to ask more questions — he couldn’t think of anything he’d actually feel comfortable asking — so he just shook his head, glancing over as the sound of T’ryn shifting position caught his attention.

He snorted softly at T’ryn saying F’drel could punch him. Like he was ever going to hit a bronzerider he’d just met, even lightly and with permission. He wasn’t that stupid, even if he had a bad habit of blurting out snarky shit instead of holding his damn tongue. And, with any luck, said bronzerider would think he was laughing at the offer of a new sister, not at the offer to smack him.

“As lovely as your sister is, I already have four and I think a fifth would just be overwhelming, so I’ll have to pass,” he said mildly with his arms wrapped around his knees, thoughts drifting to said four sisters (and one little brother) as T’ryn seemed to settle back into silence.

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