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15.Jun.19, 04:21 AM
R’nd chuckled at the muttered confession that F’drel was also confused about his love life. Been there, done that, and it wasn’t fun. He thought about giving the man advice, focus on one person at a time instead of spreading himself too thin with his attention going in too many places at once—it worked for him for the most part—but F’drel decided to further clarify things up which made R’nd laugh in earnest.
“I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at the suffering, well perhaps a bit. Your way of explaining it all is so blunt and honest. I love it but it’s also smacking me in the face for accidentally being a colourist and I apologise for doing that. My mind isn’t quite clear yet and I assumed with us being in R’dal’s weyr that maybe you were sleeping with him but I also thought you might be with Mylorah after attending T’ryn’s birthday dinner with her.” He hated when he generalized someone like that, whether accidental or not, though to be fair, he didn’t have a lot of facts to work with and the assumptions seemed somewhat safe. But it had been rude to bring any of it up in the first place—even if he had been a bit worried about the wrath of a Weyrleader dad.
At least now he knew that he hadn’t slept with someone his kids had been with—and he didn’t really count Z’rin as one since they were closer in age than the bluerider was to the kids. He also didn’t think too much on that confession. Z’rin and N’mor hadn’t been properly mated for long and no doubt Z’rin had had some lovers before that point or perhaps even a Flight was had. It wasn’t his concern until he had a crying N’mor in his arms again. He liked Z’rin but he’d make the man’s life hell if he hurt the kid (even if N’mor still creeped him out sometimes).
R’nd figured it was best to continue dressing and tossed his shirt back on. As he glanced around for his boots, he saw the flower crown and frowned as he went to pick it up. “It seems one of us wasn’t a fan of flowers earlier,” he showed off the ring of flowers that now had snapped stems and had clearly been ripped off his head and tossed away in the moment. Who was the culprit? Who could say? R’nd didn’t mind as he did his best to place it back on his head—ignoring the messy state his hair was likely in. It was the best place for it so he wouldn’t leave it behind for R’dal to clean up. “Just don’t tell Rhaedalyn what happened to it.” He smiled and went for his boots, bringing them back to the bed where he sat on the edge again to put them on.
“I really don’t want to add to the building notion that I’m rude by leaving so quickly, but I figure R’dal might want his weyr back with one less bluerider in it, and you might want to dress or stay right where you are enjoying the rather comfortable bed for as long as you can without being interrogated.”
“I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at the suffering, well perhaps a bit. Your way of explaining it all is so blunt and honest. I love it but it’s also smacking me in the face for accidentally being a colourist and I apologise for doing that. My mind isn’t quite clear yet and I assumed with us being in R’dal’s weyr that maybe you were sleeping with him but I also thought you might be with Mylorah after attending T’ryn’s birthday dinner with her.” He hated when he generalized someone like that, whether accidental or not, though to be fair, he didn’t have a lot of facts to work with and the assumptions seemed somewhat safe. But it had been rude to bring any of it up in the first place—even if he had been a bit worried about the wrath of a Weyrleader dad.
At least now he knew that he hadn’t slept with someone his kids had been with—and he didn’t really count Z’rin as one since they were closer in age than the bluerider was to the kids. He also didn’t think too much on that confession. Z’rin and N’mor hadn’t been properly mated for long and no doubt Z’rin had had some lovers before that point or perhaps even a Flight was had. It wasn’t his concern until he had a crying N’mor in his arms again. He liked Z’rin but he’d make the man’s life hell if he hurt the kid (even if N’mor still creeped him out sometimes).
R’nd figured it was best to continue dressing and tossed his shirt back on. As he glanced around for his boots, he saw the flower crown and frowned as he went to pick it up. “It seems one of us wasn’t a fan of flowers earlier,” he showed off the ring of flowers that now had snapped stems and had clearly been ripped off his head and tossed away in the moment. Who was the culprit? Who could say? R’nd didn’t mind as he did his best to place it back on his head—ignoring the messy state his hair was likely in. It was the best place for it so he wouldn’t leave it behind for R’dal to clean up. “Just don’t tell Rhaedalyn what happened to it.” He smiled and went for his boots, bringing them back to the bed where he sat on the edge again to put them on.
“I really don’t want to add to the building notion that I’m rude by leaving so quickly, but I figure R’dal might want his weyr back with one less bluerider in it, and you might want to dress or stay right where you are enjoying the rather comfortable bed for as long as you can without being interrogated.”
