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04.Mar.19, 04:48 AM
Blueriders always seemed so terribly pleased with themselves after their dragon won a Flight, F’drel was noticing. It’s not like the rider did anything, and with most green Flights it was more about being in the right place at the right time than actual skill. At least some of it was probably the dragon’s own smugness bleeding through, which F’drel was slightly more willing to tolerate. It still didn’t sit well with him — Miri genuinely liked all her blues so far, but how many of them only saw her as a conquest and merely tolerated her presence? F’drel couldn’t know, so he assumed the worst. So long as none of them hurt Halomirth, ever, he supposed he could at least put aside those concerns, for her. Didn’t stop F’drel from having to suppress an eye-roll at Z’rin’s excessive cheer.
“It is,” F’drel said, glancing around the room to determine it was, in fact, his own weyr, which made escaping, if it became necessary, slightly more difficult, “and I did.” He likely knew more about Z’rin than Z’rin knew about him — which, if he had to be dealing with a bluerider, was preferred to the other way around.
He didn’t say anything else, just watched Z’rin warily. The man didn’t seem too bothered by the current situation, which was good for F’drel. He knew Z’rin was holdbred, like he was, and it had occurred to F’drel that some Holder men wouldn’t take kindly to being seen to cheat on their partner, even unintentionally. Then again, F’drel doubted Z’rin held many of the usual Holder hangups about sex and relationships considering he was mated to a bronzerider, which was most definitely out of step with Holder standards. Which meant the chances of a negative reaction of that sort were low, but F’drel wasn’t able to completely brush aside the concern. There were still plenty of other reasons Z’rin could react poorly, and F’drel was unwilling to discount any yet — even if he was really, really hoping Z’rin was a loyal mate who also understood dragons did their own thing sometimes and would therefore not do anything to the greenrider (and that his mate was the same, which, with N’mor being weyrbred and the son of a greenrider himself, probably, but also, bronzerider). F’drel hated when life threw new people at him, with all their infinite, dangerous variables.
“It is,” F’drel said, glancing around the room to determine it was, in fact, his own weyr, which made escaping, if it became necessary, slightly more difficult, “and I did.” He likely knew more about Z’rin than Z’rin knew about him — which, if he had to be dealing with a bluerider, was preferred to the other way around.
He didn’t say anything else, just watched Z’rin warily. The man didn’t seem too bothered by the current situation, which was good for F’drel. He knew Z’rin was holdbred, like he was, and it had occurred to F’drel that some Holder men wouldn’t take kindly to being seen to cheat on their partner, even unintentionally. Then again, F’drel doubted Z’rin held many of the usual Holder hangups about sex and relationships considering he was mated to a bronzerider, which was most definitely out of step with Holder standards. Which meant the chances of a negative reaction of that sort were low, but F’drel wasn’t able to completely brush aside the concern. There were still plenty of other reasons Z’rin could react poorly, and F’drel was unwilling to discount any yet — even if he was really, really hoping Z’rin was a loyal mate who also understood dragons did their own thing sometimes and would therefore not do anything to the greenrider (and that his mate was the same, which, with N’mor being weyrbred and the son of a greenrider himself, probably, but also, bronzerider). F’drel hated when life threw new people at him, with all their infinite, dangerous variables.
