14.May.19, 03:35 AM
F’drel snorted sardonically, agreeing with Mylorah’s statement. Some men you could do nothing more than make eye contact with and they’d take that as an invitation. A line like Mylorah’s would have half of them with their pants already off. Weyr men were ridiculous.
“There are several plants that do this, I couldn’t tell you which one. I didn’t get out much growing up, and haven’t run into any rash-inducing plants around here yet. Not as many of them on beaches, it seems, and those are Miri’s favorite.” Which he was thankful for, really. But it didn’t help him remember the names of the things.
The bareness of his weyr was something F’drel rarely thought about. He just didn’t need that much, and it didn’t occur to him to buy things — he was saving all the marks he earned for his siblings. Kelikki also had him holding onto the majority of their savings, just in case. They both felt his weyr was safer than their rooms in Lord Jalazmar and Xyliah’s home. The most he’d done was get an extra pillow and a couple blankets from the storerooms, to better facilitate R’dal’s nap visit tendencies.
He let Mylorah sit herself comfortably in the chair before moving closer, opening the numbweed jar and inspecting her back. She’d really gotten herself everywhere, didn’t she? “Shit, Mylorah, you’re red everywhere. Were you even wearing a shirt in that field?” F’drel asked, scooping some of the numbweed up and gently rubbing it between her shoulder blades. “I’m going to assume it’s all over your legs, too.” Honestly, did she roll in the stuff naked? The rash was all over her. And it looked painful.
“There are several plants that do this, I couldn’t tell you which one. I didn’t get out much growing up, and haven’t run into any rash-inducing plants around here yet. Not as many of them on beaches, it seems, and those are Miri’s favorite.” Which he was thankful for, really. But it didn’t help him remember the names of the things.
The bareness of his weyr was something F’drel rarely thought about. He just didn’t need that much, and it didn’t occur to him to buy things — he was saving all the marks he earned for his siblings. Kelikki also had him holding onto the majority of their savings, just in case. They both felt his weyr was safer than their rooms in Lord Jalazmar and Xyliah’s home. The most he’d done was get an extra pillow and a couple blankets from the storerooms, to better facilitate R’dal’s nap visit tendencies.
He let Mylorah sit herself comfortably in the chair before moving closer, opening the numbweed jar and inspecting her back. She’d really gotten herself everywhere, didn’t she? “Shit, Mylorah, you’re red everywhere. Were you even wearing a shirt in that field?” F’drel asked, scooping some of the numbweed up and gently rubbing it between her shoulder blades. “I’m going to assume it’s all over your legs, too.” Honestly, did she roll in the stuff naked? The rash was all over her. And it looked painful.