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24.Jun.19, 04:24 PM
F’drel hugged Mylorah back, letting her stay as long as she needed to and not moving until she leaned out of the hug first. She really did feel like a little sister, and while F’drel could visit his blood siblings fairly frequently, it wasn’t like having them live in the Weyr with him — which was a whole separate topic F’drel would one day have to address, because his siblings had expressed some interest in moving to the Weyr and while maybe it was better than being servants of Holders, they would still almost certainly be servants of dragonriders, and that still wasn't a perfect situation. Not that anything was when you were born in their situation. All options had their own problems.
He nodded as she said she wanted to change, and glanced down at his own outfit when she asked if he wanted to do so himself. Probably should. Not that he had any ‘nice’ clothes, but he had been oiling riding straps and some of the oil had gotten on his pants from where the straps rested against his legs while he worked on them. Wasn’t exactly ideal for meeting new people and making first impressions, so something that was clean was needed.
He stood up slowly, carefully moving off the bed to disturb Mylorah as little as possible, and went over to the closet to pick out some of the clothes that were the least worn. Mylorah didn’t seem inclined to leave just yet, so F’drel shrugged and started getting changed, though he did face towards the closet and away from Mylorah. Thankfully he didn’t need to change everything he was wearing.
“It would be her husband, yes,” F’drel said, voice a bit muffled as he pulled a new shirt over his head. He’d gotten used to how the Weyrs talked about things, learned most of the weird terms (he couldn’t swear he’d learned all of them, there were probably still some he’d never encountered), but he’d never forget all the complicated Holder terms. “Being mates is a lot less formalized than being married.” Not that it always made it easier to leave a mate, but it didn’t have that same structure to it. F’drel wasn’t looking forward to being flirted with by these people, regardless of whether they had a mate or a husband. He didn’t trust the opinion of bronzeriders who were related to the individuals in question on whether or not their flirting was serious or not. Still, he paid attention, taking in everything she said and adding further notes to it where he didn’t trust T’ryn, A’tay, or N’mor’s opinion on something — which was often. There were even a small few things he’d already heard from T’ryn.
“Do you want to go back to your room to change and meet me back here, or do you want me to go with you?” F’drel asked once he was suitably presentable and free of oil stains. Mylorah hardly needed help, and they’d end up coming back to his weyr anyway to get on Miri, but F’drel wasn’t sure if Mylorah wanted to be alone just then and felt he should offer to go with her just in case. Even if it was a little excessive.
He nodded as she said she wanted to change, and glanced down at his own outfit when she asked if he wanted to do so himself. Probably should. Not that he had any ‘nice’ clothes, but he had been oiling riding straps and some of the oil had gotten on his pants from where the straps rested against his legs while he worked on them. Wasn’t exactly ideal for meeting new people and making first impressions, so something that was clean was needed.
He stood up slowly, carefully moving off the bed to disturb Mylorah as little as possible, and went over to the closet to pick out some of the clothes that were the least worn. Mylorah didn’t seem inclined to leave just yet, so F’drel shrugged and started getting changed, though he did face towards the closet and away from Mylorah. Thankfully he didn’t need to change everything he was wearing.
“It would be her husband, yes,” F’drel said, voice a bit muffled as he pulled a new shirt over his head. He’d gotten used to how the Weyrs talked about things, learned most of the weird terms (he couldn’t swear he’d learned all of them, there were probably still some he’d never encountered), but he’d never forget all the complicated Holder terms. “Being mates is a lot less formalized than being married.” Not that it always made it easier to leave a mate, but it didn’t have that same structure to it. F’drel wasn’t looking forward to being flirted with by these people, regardless of whether they had a mate or a husband. He didn’t trust the opinion of bronzeriders who were related to the individuals in question on whether or not their flirting was serious or not. Still, he paid attention, taking in everything she said and adding further notes to it where he didn’t trust T’ryn, A’tay, or N’mor’s opinion on something — which was often. There were even a small few things he’d already heard from T’ryn.
“Do you want to go back to your room to change and meet me back here, or do you want me to go with you?” F’drel asked once he was suitably presentable and free of oil stains. Mylorah hardly needed help, and they’d end up coming back to his weyr anyway to get on Miri, but F’drel wasn’t sure if Mylorah wanted to be alone just then and felt he should offer to go with her just in case. Even if it was a little excessive.
