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06.Mar.19, 02:52 AM
F’drel snorted at Z’rin’s assessment of Mylorah. He didn’t disagree with it in the slightest; Mylorah was trouble, in a very well-meaning sort of way. It was a miracle she hadn’t set herself to matching him up with anyone. At least, not that he was aware of. Maybe her efforts just hadn't become overt yet. Time would tell, he supposed.
And then, of course, Z'rin kept speaking and F'drel had to keep himself from saying something stupid and revealing again, thought at least this time he was successful. He didn’t bitterly say something like ‘however the winner wants to proceed,’ though he thought it. Instead, he shrugged. Honestly, F’drel didn’t have a whole lot of experience with Flights either. He’d heard all the stories, gotten all the warnings, as if he wasn't going to assume those things already, but people only really talked about the two extremes — getting thrown around by someone who felt they owned you because their dragon caught yours, or a great experience with your mate and love of your life. No one really talked about anything in between. F’drel’s method was to always assume the worst, but he didn’t really know how to handle the ‘kinda awkward but not awful.’
Which this was, surprisingly. So far, anyway, F’drel refused to let himself get hopeful. It didn’t seem like he needed to immediately evacuate his own weyr, but he wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to get to know Z’rin better. What the fuck did he mean F’drel seemed fun to talk with, F’drel had said what, two sentences? Did he consider someone who just let him talk without interrupting his rambling fun to talk with? Fucking blueriders.
“Lunch would be fine,” he said eventually. There was always the option of pretending he was actually too tired to do anything but lie around his weyr when it came time for lunch. Z’rin couldn’t complain about it, it just meant he and/or Varralath (it was hard to tell with Flights) was just that good in bed or some bullshit. And if F’drel agreed to the idea the bluerider would be happier and more inclined to leave his weyr instead of spending time trying to convince F’drel to do whatever. It was fine, F’drel would be able to back out last minute. Indefinitely. He was still out of it enough to forget that as soon as Halomirth heard of the idea she would be completely in favor and make sure he went to get to know his new friend better! Because Varralath was great and clearly his rider was also great.
“Varralath can stay as long as Miri allows,” F’drel added, not bothering to mention that if it were up to her the blue would never leave. She’d just keeping gathering more and more blues to keep in her weyr because she just liked all of them so much. Fucking ridiculous creature.
And then, of course, Z'rin kept speaking and F'drel had to keep himself from saying something stupid and revealing again, thought at least this time he was successful. He didn’t bitterly say something like ‘however the winner wants to proceed,’ though he thought it. Instead, he shrugged. Honestly, F’drel didn’t have a whole lot of experience with Flights either. He’d heard all the stories, gotten all the warnings, as if he wasn't going to assume those things already, but people only really talked about the two extremes — getting thrown around by someone who felt they owned you because their dragon caught yours, or a great experience with your mate and love of your life. No one really talked about anything in between. F’drel’s method was to always assume the worst, but he didn’t really know how to handle the ‘kinda awkward but not awful.’
Which this was, surprisingly. So far, anyway, F’drel refused to let himself get hopeful. It didn’t seem like he needed to immediately evacuate his own weyr, but he wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to get to know Z’rin better. What the fuck did he mean F’drel seemed fun to talk with, F’drel had said what, two sentences? Did he consider someone who just let him talk without interrupting his rambling fun to talk with? Fucking blueriders.
“Lunch would be fine,” he said eventually. There was always the option of pretending he was actually too tired to do anything but lie around his weyr when it came time for lunch. Z’rin couldn’t complain about it, it just meant he and/or Varralath (it was hard to tell with Flights) was just that good in bed or some bullshit. And if F’drel agreed to the idea the bluerider would be happier and more inclined to leave his weyr instead of spending time trying to convince F’drel to do whatever. It was fine, F’drel would be able to back out last minute. Indefinitely. He was still out of it enough to forget that as soon as Halomirth heard of the idea she would be completely in favor and make sure he went to get to know his new friend better! Because Varralath was great and clearly his rider was also great.
“Varralath can stay as long as Miri allows,” F’drel added, not bothering to mention that if it were up to her the blue would never leave. She’d just keeping gathering more and more blues to keep in her weyr because she just liked all of them so much. Fucking ridiculous creature.
