06.Sep.19, 02:24 AM
R'dal had been having fun, chatting with Lord Raigan, answering his questions truthfully and without hesitation, and thinking nothing of it. How did you learn about someone if you didn't ask? Well, F'drel was the exception. R'dal learned not to ask about some things but that was okay since F'drel was amiable in other ways and he still felt like they were close friends. Raigan didn't give out too much information himself, doing most of the questioning as they walked--though R'dal didn't know what the destination was. He had just offered himself up as a bodyguard of sorts and to keep the lonely-looking Lord company so he was happy to go with him wherever he wanted.
He was just about to ask what the plan was when F'drel appeared in a flurry of words and bowing and suddenly R'dal found himself being dragged away. He called out an apology and farewell to Raigan before looking worriedly at F'drel. What was so urgent? Why was he needed? Oh no! Something was wrong with Halomirth and F'drel was too panicked to say anything more, which also explained why his grip was so tight. R'dal winced at the pressure but didn't say anything, just tried to keep up with the pace, his own panic rising at what could have happened.
But when they arrived at their dragons and he saw both were fine, though a bit upset themselves, R'dal was confused. Even more so when F'drel turned on him. What did he do now to deserve being yelled at? He hadn't accidentally almost drowned any friends that day. In fact, he hadn't done much but wander around the Gather, try some food, chat with friends, and make new friends. But whatever it was he did, it was bad. F'drel was shaking and angrier than he'd ever been and R'dal felt tears welling up because he didn't know and that made him even more terrible of a person.
"I don't know what I did. I'm sorry!" The confused expression turned into a frown, lower lip jutting out a bit in a pout that trembled from trying not to cry. He could see Nerreh and even Mylorah reacting with shock and anger of their own at being accused of something even if they didn't know what it was. Or maybe they would know, picking up on whatever F'drel was mad about. But R'dal just felt like a dumb child that broke a rule that he clearly should have known about and still didn't even while being punished.
Maybe F'drel had heard about someone running into a Lord and assumed it was him because he was walking with one. That wouldn't do! It wasn't him! "I was only browsing at a stall when someone else ran into Lord Raigan! It wasn't me. I just went over to make sure he was okay, I swear it! I wasn't causing any problems. And he looked sad and was alone so I offered to hang out with him for a bit and he liked that. I wasn't bothering him." R'dal sniffled twice, his nose starting to run a bit thanks to trying to stave off the tears. F'drel couldn't hate him; he couldn't!
He was just about to ask what the plan was when F'drel appeared in a flurry of words and bowing and suddenly R'dal found himself being dragged away. He called out an apology and farewell to Raigan before looking worriedly at F'drel. What was so urgent? Why was he needed? Oh no! Something was wrong with Halomirth and F'drel was too panicked to say anything more, which also explained why his grip was so tight. R'dal winced at the pressure but didn't say anything, just tried to keep up with the pace, his own panic rising at what could have happened.
But when they arrived at their dragons and he saw both were fine, though a bit upset themselves, R'dal was confused. Even more so when F'drel turned on him. What did he do now to deserve being yelled at? He hadn't accidentally almost drowned any friends that day. In fact, he hadn't done much but wander around the Gather, try some food, chat with friends, and make new friends. But whatever it was he did, it was bad. F'drel was shaking and angrier than he'd ever been and R'dal felt tears welling up because he didn't know and that made him even more terrible of a person.
"I don't know what I did. I'm sorry!" The confused expression turned into a frown, lower lip jutting out a bit in a pout that trembled from trying not to cry. He could see Nerreh and even Mylorah reacting with shock and anger of their own at being accused of something even if they didn't know what it was. Or maybe they would know, picking up on whatever F'drel was mad about. But R'dal just felt like a dumb child that broke a rule that he clearly should have known about and still didn't even while being punished.
Maybe F'drel had heard about someone running into a Lord and assumed it was him because he was walking with one. That wouldn't do! It wasn't him! "I was only browsing at a stall when someone else ran into Lord Raigan! It wasn't me. I just went over to make sure he was okay, I swear it! I wasn't causing any problems. And he looked sad and was alone so I offered to hang out with him for a bit and he liked that. I wasn't bothering him." R'dal sniffled twice, his nose starting to run a bit thanks to trying to stave off the tears. F'drel couldn't hate him; he couldn't!