12.May.19, 04:22 AM
F’drel was awake when he heard the knock on his door, and he frowned slightly at the door and set down his mug of klah — he’d made it himself this time instead of wandering down to the dining cavern, giving himself something to do instead of lying in bed unable to fall back asleep — before cautiously going to the door. There wouldn’t many people who’d stop by this early, and R’dal usually came by way of Miri’s ledge. Still, there were a few other common visitors who could have changed up their routine for whatever reason. Or even someone who was knocking on the wrong door. It had happened to him once before, but that time had been late at night and the bluerider had been very drunk. He hoped he wouldn’t have any drunk blueriders stopping by this early in the morning, but F’drel had learned to never underestimate blueriders.
It wasn’t a bluerider, thankfully, but it was Mylorah doing a very good impression of his youngest sister when she wasn’t feeling well, especially with the nickname. F’drel raised a single eyebrow at her. “Does that line usually work on people?” he asked, letting her into his weyr. He had, for a moment, been very confused by Mylorah’s words, but then she held up the numbweed, and he recognized the pink rash on her arms and shoulders. F’drel wasn’t sure exactly what it was from — lots of weird things on Pern could give you rashes — but he could tell it wasn’t comfortable. It also probably made reaching the back of her shoulders even harder for Mylorah, hence asking him for help.
“What’d you do to yourself?” F’drel held out his hand for the numbweed jar, assenting to help her in her current predicament. What was he gonna do, kick her out? Make her find someone else to help her? Besides, she really had that little sister pout perfected. She and Kalea should share tips.
It wasn’t a bluerider, thankfully, but it was Mylorah doing a very good impression of his youngest sister when she wasn’t feeling well, especially with the nickname. F’drel raised a single eyebrow at her. “Does that line usually work on people?” he asked, letting her into his weyr. He had, for a moment, been very confused by Mylorah’s words, but then she held up the numbweed, and he recognized the pink rash on her arms and shoulders. F’drel wasn’t sure exactly what it was from — lots of weird things on Pern could give you rashes — but he could tell it wasn’t comfortable. It also probably made reaching the back of her shoulders even harder for Mylorah, hence asking him for help.
“What’d you do to yourself?” F’drel held out his hand for the numbweed jar, assenting to help her in her current predicament. What was he gonna do, kick her out? Make her find someone else to help her? Besides, she really had that little sister pout perfected. She and Kalea should share tips.