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28.May.19, 03:46 AM
F’drel nodded, again not really knowing what to say about feeling expectations from one’s parents. He’d only had the one, and Mita’s only real expectation was that her children love and take care of each other, and F’drel wanted to do that anyway, and then she was dead. Not a lot to live up to. Perhaps it was freeing, in a way. Though he was hardly going to recommend being a bastard and an orphan to R’dal worrying about disappointing his parents. Besides, R’dal would probably still worry about living up to his father’s image even if M’ris were dead. In no way a helpful comment.
He was momentarily taken aback by R’dal’s questions as he changed the subject. F’drel had assumed it was only really important what R’dal wanted his father to think. M’ris was the bluerider’s father, after all, not F’drel’s, and it was more relevant to him what M’ris thought than it was to F’drel. That was just logical. There was surely some social benefit to dating the Weyrleader’s son, but random interrogations by the Weyrleader as to how said relationship was going didn’t sound worth it. If R’dal had wanted to say they were dating, F’drel would have been fine putting up with it for his friend, but if he didn’t care, maybe better to not be vaguely threatened by the Weyrleader on a regular basis.
“I don’t care what he thinks. I just didn’t want to tell him one thing if you wanted him to think another.” He could probably manage to continue to make vague, neutral statements that neither lied or really told M’ris anything, but that could only work for so long. F’drel had wanted a more definitive answer from R’dal. ‘I don’t care’ was that, because it was how R’dal felt about it, but it also wasn’t super helpful.
The second question was even more unexpected to him, for some reason. It made sense for R’dal to ask — F’drel had essentially asked him the same thing — but F’drel hadn’t considered it that way. He prioritized his friends feelings and wants over his own instinctively, and didn’t spare a moment of thought for his own. They just weren’t that important, and F’drel was used to setting them aside for just about everyone and anyone else. He rarely thought about what — or who — he wanted at all.
“I don’t think I do,” F’drel frowned, deliberating over it, “I like us as we are now.” He did. Having a close friend was still a bit weird and unexpected, but it had been almost a turn since he’d met R’dal and F’drel nowadays had a hard time imaging what life would be like without his constant bubbly presence. And he didn’t find he minded that thought all that much.
He was momentarily taken aback by R’dal’s questions as he changed the subject. F’drel had assumed it was only really important what R’dal wanted his father to think. M’ris was the bluerider’s father, after all, not F’drel’s, and it was more relevant to him what M’ris thought than it was to F’drel. That was just logical. There was surely some social benefit to dating the Weyrleader’s son, but random interrogations by the Weyrleader as to how said relationship was going didn’t sound worth it. If R’dal had wanted to say they were dating, F’drel would have been fine putting up with it for his friend, but if he didn’t care, maybe better to not be vaguely threatened by the Weyrleader on a regular basis.
“I don’t care what he thinks. I just didn’t want to tell him one thing if you wanted him to think another.” He could probably manage to continue to make vague, neutral statements that neither lied or really told M’ris anything, but that could only work for so long. F’drel had wanted a more definitive answer from R’dal. ‘I don’t care’ was that, because it was how R’dal felt about it, but it also wasn’t super helpful.
The second question was even more unexpected to him, for some reason. It made sense for R’dal to ask — F’drel had essentially asked him the same thing — but F’drel hadn’t considered it that way. He prioritized his friends feelings and wants over his own instinctively, and didn’t spare a moment of thought for his own. They just weren’t that important, and F’drel was used to setting them aside for just about everyone and anyone else. He rarely thought about what — or who — he wanted at all.
“I don’t think I do,” F’drel frowned, deliberating over it, “I like us as we are now.” He did. Having a close friend was still a bit weird and unexpected, but it had been almost a turn since he’d met R’dal and F’drel nowadays had a hard time imaging what life would be like without his constant bubbly presence. And he didn’t find he minded that thought all that much.
