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30.Jun.19, 04:39 PM
“By hiding inside where it’s cooler, mostly,” F’drel said dryly, still leaning against the wall as L’gan removed his riding gear. A delighted almost squeal from Halomirth had him glancing over to the dragons, who were curled up so close together F’drel could only tell where one ended and the other began from the colors of their hide, Miri being several shades darker. It really was nice that Halomirth had so many friends who truly seemed to like her — F’drel may be biased, but he felt it was hard to dislike Miri — and he appreciated that at least some of them had riders it was generally safe to be around. R’dal had proven to be safe, and most greenriders were, though F’drel still had to be careful about what information he let slip around them. Not because he thought they’d maliciously share it — usually — but plenty of the greenriders he considered friends couldn’t keep a secret. L’gan had proven himself well-intentioned, but F’drel still was unwilling to risk sharing overly personal information with him.
He managed to keep himself from making a face at the reference to Miri’s recent Flight, which was… still a little too recent. F’drel had been avoiding Mylorah and her brothers a little, not wanting to have to address the fact he’d had sex with their dad. Maybe they would all just ignore it? But F’drel wasn’t sure and didn’t want to risk it.
“Can’t say I’m against scaring brownriders away from Flights,” he said with a shrug, finally stepping away from the wall to properly invite L’gan into his weyr. F’drel stopped, confused, when L’gan held something out to him, saying it was a gift. He took it, blinking in confusion as to why he was being given a gift, eyes widening when he saw what it was. Oh. Well, that was… nice, he guessed? It was a good picture of Miri and some of her favorite blues — just missing her Ista favorites — but F’drel wasn’t entirely sure he wanted such an obvious reminder of the Flight where he had sex with his friends’ dad in his best friend’s weyr. Where would he even put it? Did he need to frame it? He remembered Mylorah mentioning A’tay did some woodworking, so maybe he’d have one, but wouldn't it be far too awkward to ask R’nd’s son to frame something essentially commemorating the time F’drel had sex with his father? But it was really well drawn and L’gan captured Miri and her suitors very well — Miri in the middle, with Edath on one side, Kadaisicalth next to him, his neck stretched over both Edath and Miri, Ayyonth on her other side, and Zeianth up by her head, the icy blue having shown up later but insisting on being in a prominent position — but he couldn’t possibly put it in his bedroom, that would be too awkward. But the main room would have people asking questions about it, and those were not conversations F’drel wanted to have. But it’s not like he had enough stuff for it to get lost in, and he didn't want to insult L’gan by like, putting it away and hiding it or anything. And it really was a good sketch!
This was why F’drel didn’t have things.
“Thank you, it’s very nice. You got her just right,” he said eventually, after a few moments of just staring at the drawing.
He managed to keep himself from making a face at the reference to Miri’s recent Flight, which was… still a little too recent. F’drel had been avoiding Mylorah and her brothers a little, not wanting to have to address the fact he’d had sex with their dad. Maybe they would all just ignore it? But F’drel wasn’t sure and didn’t want to risk it.
“Can’t say I’m against scaring brownriders away from Flights,” he said with a shrug, finally stepping away from the wall to properly invite L’gan into his weyr. F’drel stopped, confused, when L’gan held something out to him, saying it was a gift. He took it, blinking in confusion as to why he was being given a gift, eyes widening when he saw what it was. Oh. Well, that was… nice, he guessed? It was a good picture of Miri and some of her favorite blues — just missing her Ista favorites — but F’drel wasn’t entirely sure he wanted such an obvious reminder of the Flight where he had sex with his friends’ dad in his best friend’s weyr. Where would he even put it? Did he need to frame it? He remembered Mylorah mentioning A’tay did some woodworking, so maybe he’d have one, but wouldn't it be far too awkward to ask R’nd’s son to frame something essentially commemorating the time F’drel had sex with his father? But it was really well drawn and L’gan captured Miri and her suitors very well — Miri in the middle, with Edath on one side, Kadaisicalth next to him, his neck stretched over both Edath and Miri, Ayyonth on her other side, and Zeianth up by her head, the icy blue having shown up later but insisting on being in a prominent position — but he couldn’t possibly put it in his bedroom, that would be too awkward. But the main room would have people asking questions about it, and those were not conversations F’drel wanted to have. But it’s not like he had enough stuff for it to get lost in, and he didn't want to insult L’gan by like, putting it away and hiding it or anything. And it really was a good sketch!
This was why F’drel didn’t have things.
“Thank you, it’s very nice. You got her just right,” he said eventually, after a few moments of just staring at the drawing.
