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13.May.19, 09:44 AM
A’tay’s face scrunched up when it was implied he was young. Oh, he didn’t disagree; he felt young in so many ways, but everyone else would view him as an adult. He was nearing his sixteenth birthday and to most people, that was old enough to be married as a holder or to sleep around the Weyr if he wanted to. But he didn’t want to and F’drel understanding that put him at ease. That didn’t stop him from feeling like a freak for not wanting sex with Casa or a fellow loser and he knew someone would have noticed Xyxyth suddenly exiting the Flight which meant everyone would know within a couple of days. It was best not to dwell on that but focus on the positive things F’drel was saying.
“I like that,” he whispered, head still leaning back on the wall. A’tay had to fight the urge to turn slightly so he could curl up against the cool surface. He felt like he had a fever with how hot his face was. “Disagreeing is okay, I mean. Like with friends.” He didn’t think he had ever disagreed with Madiquel but he did with some of his other friends but it was healthy to voice such things before it turned into a worse situation that left someone angry or upset. But having someone that was not only older but had been a dragonrider a lot longer than his weyrling status showed say it was okay to disagree with a dragon was comforting. As a weyrbrat, he was led to believe that dragons knew best when finding their life mate and always had the best interest of their rider in mind. So why would they ever see anything that wasn’t eye to eye?
“No wonder Mylorah likes you so much,” technically, Mylorah seemed to like everyone but there seemed to be some people she was closer to and the few times he had seen her with the greenrider, she seemed relaxed and genuinely happy to be in his company. She had no idea what their relationship really was and he wasn’t going to ask both because it wasn’t his business and that his head still hurt despite Xyxyth calming down a bit. He felt fuzzy and not entirely whole. He didn’t think he’d hit his head when he found himself on the ground but his head throbbed all the same, likely from the emotions and battling Xyxyth for control. He really didn’t want to go through that again and he’d have to figure out how to avoid such a situation later.
What he needed to figure out now was how to avoid people as he made his way back to his weyr. He didn’t want to be jumped for sex or by questions but he felt F’drel had already baby-sat him enough and it’d be rude to expect he could stay any longer. Halomirth was doing a good job of calming down Xyxyth and A’tay himself didn’t feel the desire to run to a certain blonde goldrider coming from either of them now so the green pair had done their part. He couldn’t ask them to do more.
Setting the bin down beside him, A’tay contemplated the act of standing and found it to a lot of work. Maybe he could crawl across the Weyr to his bed? People might not notice him as quickly if they weren’t looking down. His gaze drifted to the pillow again and he really did want to curl up with it instead of moving even across the room. With a sigh, A’tay gave up and frowned at F’drel. “Would I be a nuisance if I asked to stay a little longer? Just for a nap. Right here is fine.”
“I like that,” he whispered, head still leaning back on the wall. A’tay had to fight the urge to turn slightly so he could curl up against the cool surface. He felt like he had a fever with how hot his face was. “Disagreeing is okay, I mean. Like with friends.” He didn’t think he had ever disagreed with Madiquel but he did with some of his other friends but it was healthy to voice such things before it turned into a worse situation that left someone angry or upset. But having someone that was not only older but had been a dragonrider a lot longer than his weyrling status showed say it was okay to disagree with a dragon was comforting. As a weyrbrat, he was led to believe that dragons knew best when finding their life mate and always had the best interest of their rider in mind. So why would they ever see anything that wasn’t eye to eye?
“No wonder Mylorah likes you so much,” technically, Mylorah seemed to like everyone but there seemed to be some people she was closer to and the few times he had seen her with the greenrider, she seemed relaxed and genuinely happy to be in his company. She had no idea what their relationship really was and he wasn’t going to ask both because it wasn’t his business and that his head still hurt despite Xyxyth calming down a bit. He felt fuzzy and not entirely whole. He didn’t think he’d hit his head when he found himself on the ground but his head throbbed all the same, likely from the emotions and battling Xyxyth for control. He really didn’t want to go through that again and he’d have to figure out how to avoid such a situation later.
What he needed to figure out now was how to avoid people as he made his way back to his weyr. He didn’t want to be jumped for sex or by questions but he felt F’drel had already baby-sat him enough and it’d be rude to expect he could stay any longer. Halomirth was doing a good job of calming down Xyxyth and A’tay himself didn’t feel the desire to run to a certain blonde goldrider coming from either of them now so the green pair had done their part. He couldn’t ask them to do more.
Setting the bin down beside him, A’tay contemplated the act of standing and found it to a lot of work. Maybe he could crawl across the Weyr to his bed? People might not notice him as quickly if they weren’t looking down. His gaze drifted to the pillow again and he really did want to curl up with it instead of moving even across the room. With a sigh, A’tay gave up and frowned at F’drel. “Would I be a nuisance if I asked to stay a little longer? Just for a nap. Right here is fine.”
