15.Apr.19, 10:22 AM
M’ris studied F’drel carefully, making sure the boy wasn’t lying to him but he didn’t see any of the usual signs. He also figured F’drel was too smart to lie to his superiors, which was likely why he kept to such short answers. That was clever of him, just like it was to distract him with facts. R’dal was in Ista only days ago? That brought up more questions. Most pressing was finding the logs for the past few days to see who was on watch and why they didn’t record his son’s appearance. Maybe they assumed R’dal had a pass because of the family relation or perhaps they thought he lived in Ista with how often he was around. M’ris had a feeling he’d need to set up some clearer rules for the watchers to follow, especially with the recently graduated being rotated into the job.
But another important matter was why didn’t R’dal come to see him? He always popped by even when it was literally only to greet him and scamper off again. No doubt something was on the boy’s mind again and he was going to be a disappointment again—possibly because of F’drel. R’dal was the easiest but also the hardest person to figure out sometimes but M’ris recalled the day sweet little Ristandal Impressed and saw the relief combined with fear on the boy’s face. He had Impressed! But it was to a blue and his father was a bronze. It didn’t take a sober and far more actively participating father to know those thoughts had to be going through his mind. Was he now worried his straight bronzeriding Weyrleader father wouldn’t approve of his son being involved with an older greenrider? If only R’dal knew about the secret flings his dad used to have!
He’d figure that all out later; after he figured out what F’drel’s intentions were with R’dal. “It appears I did. I’m glad to hear you two seem to have such a good friendship where he always makes time for you.” M’ris leaned back in his chair, making himself comfortable and seem at ease as he examined his nails. “Tell me, as the father of that gentle soul, do I have any reason to worry about his happiness?” His gaze shot up from the nails he really hadn’t even been interested in to stare down F’drel.
“What are your intentions with my son, F’drel? Should I start the paperwork to have either of you relocated to the other’s Weyr with arrangements for a larger personal weyr?”
But another important matter was why didn’t R’dal come to see him? He always popped by even when it was literally only to greet him and scamper off again. No doubt something was on the boy’s mind again and he was going to be a disappointment again—possibly because of F’drel. R’dal was the easiest but also the hardest person to figure out sometimes but M’ris recalled the day sweet little Ristandal Impressed and saw the relief combined with fear on the boy’s face. He had Impressed! But it was to a blue and his father was a bronze. It didn’t take a sober and far more actively participating father to know those thoughts had to be going through his mind. Was he now worried his straight bronzeriding Weyrleader father wouldn’t approve of his son being involved with an older greenrider? If only R’dal knew about the secret flings his dad used to have!
He’d figure that all out later; after he figured out what F’drel’s intentions were with R’dal. “It appears I did. I’m glad to hear you two seem to have such a good friendship where he always makes time for you.” M’ris leaned back in his chair, making himself comfortable and seem at ease as he examined his nails. “Tell me, as the father of that gentle soul, do I have any reason to worry about his happiness?” His gaze shot up from the nails he really hadn’t even been interested in to stare down F’drel.
“What are your intentions with my son, F’drel? Should I start the paperwork to have either of you relocated to the other’s Weyr with arrangements for a larger personal weyr?”