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29.Jun.19, 02:08 AM
F’drel, fairly confident that R’dal had conceded and wouldn’t try to argue with him for the moment, let his friend lead the way to the baths, going back and forth between barely registering the world around him and noticing every single detail of whatever they passed and jumping at the slightest movement.
He sighed in relief when they reached the bathing pools and there was a small pool there unoccupied. It took F’drel longer than R’dal to get undressed, with F’drel carefully folding each item of clothing after removing it and stacking everything neatly by the side of the pool when he was done. Task complete, he sank into the water and curled up against the side of the pool, letting himself just relax in the water for a moment with the excuse of checking in with Miri. She was perfectly content, having moved from R’dal’s weyr to a nearby sunning ledge that had a better angle on the last rays of sunlight when Edath had returned to his weyr. Ayyonth was of course there, along with Edath, and for some reason Kadaisicalth had joined them as well. Had he chased? F’drel couldn’t remember. Halomirth was basking in all of the attention, and sprawling herself out in a rather odd position so she could be in contact with all three blue dragons at once.
It took some effort for F’drel to drag himself back to his own situation and start properly cleaning up. At least the prolonged soak would help him be in a little less pain the next day, though once he’d managed to start scrubbing F’drel went about it briskly, finishing up as quickly as possible and regretfully pull himself out of the pool and towel off to dress. R’dal’s clothes fit him fine, it wasn’t like F’drel cared about whether or not the hems of the pants were at a fashionable length or not, and the shirt was soft.
“C’mon,” he said once R’dal was equally dressed, once again letting R’dal lead the way through the halls — F’drel had no idea how to get back to R’dal’s weyr, his head had been elsewhere on the way to the baths and navigating back was beyond him. Once they were back, F’drel set his clothes down with the damp towel and moved the bundle of bedding from the bed to the floor, next to the clothes and towel. He paused then, staring blankly at the laundry. It really should be done, but he was so tired. What if he feel asleep in the laundry room? F’drel was usually good at pushing through his own exhaustion to get things done, but he was dealing with Miri’s exhaustion on top of his own, and she was a happy tired which was terrifically hard to brush off.
“Where are your clean sheets?” F’drel asked, half planning to make the bed and then head out to do laundry and half planning to make the bed and immediately pass out on it, bringing R’dal with him to be a pillow.
He sighed in relief when they reached the bathing pools and there was a small pool there unoccupied. It took F’drel longer than R’dal to get undressed, with F’drel carefully folding each item of clothing after removing it and stacking everything neatly by the side of the pool when he was done. Task complete, he sank into the water and curled up against the side of the pool, letting himself just relax in the water for a moment with the excuse of checking in with Miri. She was perfectly content, having moved from R’dal’s weyr to a nearby sunning ledge that had a better angle on the last rays of sunlight when Edath had returned to his weyr. Ayyonth was of course there, along with Edath, and for some reason Kadaisicalth had joined them as well. Had he chased? F’drel couldn’t remember. Halomirth was basking in all of the attention, and sprawling herself out in a rather odd position so she could be in contact with all three blue dragons at once.
It took some effort for F’drel to drag himself back to his own situation and start properly cleaning up. At least the prolonged soak would help him be in a little less pain the next day, though once he’d managed to start scrubbing F’drel went about it briskly, finishing up as quickly as possible and regretfully pull himself out of the pool and towel off to dress. R’dal’s clothes fit him fine, it wasn’t like F’drel cared about whether or not the hems of the pants were at a fashionable length or not, and the shirt was soft.
“C’mon,” he said once R’dal was equally dressed, once again letting R’dal lead the way through the halls — F’drel had no idea how to get back to R’dal’s weyr, his head had been elsewhere on the way to the baths and navigating back was beyond him. Once they were back, F’drel set his clothes down with the damp towel and moved the bundle of bedding from the bed to the floor, next to the clothes and towel. He paused then, staring blankly at the laundry. It really should be done, but he was so tired. What if he feel asleep in the laundry room? F’drel was usually good at pushing through his own exhaustion to get things done, but he was dealing with Miri’s exhaustion on top of his own, and she was a happy tired which was terrifically hard to brush off.
“Where are your clean sheets?” F’drel asked, half planning to make the bed and then head out to do laundry and half planning to make the bed and immediately pass out on it, bringing R’dal with him to be a pillow.
