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29.Sep.19, 10:30 PM
Everything in F’drel’s life had gotten so complicated since D’hys had stopped by to deliver his “gift.” First he’d had to go visit his siblings to check in with them and how they felt about it all, and let Kelikki know she had the option to stay, if she wanted to. As he probably should have expected, Kelikki was apprehensive, his younger sisters were excited but nervous, and Kit was a little worried about not having his sisters around anymore but also kind of liking how grown up it made him feel. As if he was grown up at ten! After briefly reuniting with all of them F’drel managed to find a moment to talk with just Kikki about her options. The two of them discussed it for a while, checking in with the others periodically to gauge their thoughts on the two choices.
As F’drel had expected, Kelikki wasn’t overly inclined to leave Kitelan alone in a Lord’s household (she knew the outlines of what F’drel had dealt with after all, on top of her own concerns). But she also wasn’t terribly eager to further indebt him to anyone either - she was as paranoid as he was, and understood that there was no way a “gift” like this came without any strings. When F’drel told her she could choose to stay, Kelikki’s immediate response was to ask what doing so would cost him. He’d said it was nothing he couldn’t handle. It was obvious she hadn’t really believed him, but what was she going to do? F’drel was nearly twenty-two and had a dragon, Kitelan was ten. There was no contest; F’drel could handle an unspecified favor, even one for D’hys, Kit couldn’t be left on his own. They didn’t need to spell it out, he and Kelikki understood each other in this.
Which then meant after F’drel left his family to pack and whatever else they needed to work out before the younger girls left he had to go find D’hys, tell him he needed to arrange it so Kelikki would stay and confirm that F’drel did indeed owe the bluerider a favor - shudder.
After that had been a blur of getting things ready for his sisters to arrive in Ista. The Headwoman liked F’drel, and was very accomodating with the room and things granted to his family. It was a small room, but it was private (at least for now), and on the lower levels like most non-rider rooms. It had two bunk beds, so room for four people, like a number of the Candidate rooms, and was plenty for his three sisters. Or two, but while Ferra had been Searched it seemed she would be staying with the other girls and being taught all the chores and such before she moved to a Candidate room. There were definitely benefits to being helpful and polite to the Headwoman. When she moved the remaining two in the room could use the extra two beds for storage or extra seating, at least until someone else was placed into the room. F’drel got a few essentials for all of them from the storage rooms - trunks, bed linens, a small table, a pitcher and cups, nothing fancy - and spent an excessive amount of time making sure the room and everything in it was clean.
Then it was time to bring them to the Weyr - with D’hys, because of course the bluerider wanted to be there, make F’drel uncomfortable because fuck him, though at least they had been in Fort because F’drel doubted he would have been able to handle going back to Nabol, especially with D’hys there. Jalazmar’s house in Fort was better. Once they were all in Ista and D’hys had left F’drel had given his three sisters a preliminary tour of their new home. Kalea was the most enthusiastic about it all, unsurprisingly, and F’drel just knew he’d have to keep an extra close eye on her for a while. Just in case. He worried about the kind of trouble Kalea could get herself in.
F’drel spent their first night at the Weyr with his sisters in their new room, borrowing the extra bunk to sleep in. Halomirth felt very far away, but she’d been all for him staying with them to make sure they had a good first night at the Weyr, and F’drel could still feel her. It was worth the distance to be with his sisters.
First thing the next morning, after a quick breakfast, F’drel properly introduced the girls to the Headwoman, who introduced them to another woman who would be walking them through all their chores and duties as members of the Weyr. Ferra attended too, because even as a Candidate she’d still be doing chores, and it made sense to teach her with her sisters. Once they were off with their appointed teacher F’drel returned to his Weyr and Halomirth. He decided to pamper her a little that morning, in apology for sleeping away from her the night before (even if she had been in support of the choice). Didn’t hurt that it kept him busy and allowed him to shove aside his panic for a little while. She got a long bath before they returned home for a very thorough oiling, until F’drel couldn’t find anywhere left to oil and Miri wanted a nap.
As Miri settled in for her nap, F’drel went inside to make himself another cup of klah. Because drinking too much klah and increasing his heart rate was absolutely what F’drel needed when he was stressed. He paced the weyr, not sure what to do with himself while he waited. There was no laundry to be done, and if he cleaned it anyway he may run into his sisters and then they’d think he was overly worried and hovering - all true - and F’drel didn’t want them to worry about his own state of mind. Instead of doing anything else even slightly productive the indecision kept F’drel pacing and overthinking.
At some point - F’drel had no idea what time it was or how long he’d been pacing - he sensed Halomirth stirring as one of her friends approached. F’drel stopped breathing until the visitor’s identity filtered through to him - Edath, it was Edath, only Edath - and waited anxiously for R’dal to appear. When he did F’drel nodded stiffly in response to his greeting, and while he didn’t step aside or push R’dal away F’drel didn’t lean into it or hug back as had become their norm.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked quietly, somewhere between hurt and accusatory.
As F’drel had expected, Kelikki wasn’t overly inclined to leave Kitelan alone in a Lord’s household (she knew the outlines of what F’drel had dealt with after all, on top of her own concerns). But she also wasn’t terribly eager to further indebt him to anyone either - she was as paranoid as he was, and understood that there was no way a “gift” like this came without any strings. When F’drel told her she could choose to stay, Kelikki’s immediate response was to ask what doing so would cost him. He’d said it was nothing he couldn’t handle. It was obvious she hadn’t really believed him, but what was she going to do? F’drel was nearly twenty-two and had a dragon, Kitelan was ten. There was no contest; F’drel could handle an unspecified favor, even one for D’hys, Kit couldn’t be left on his own. They didn’t need to spell it out, he and Kelikki understood each other in this.
Which then meant after F’drel left his family to pack and whatever else they needed to work out before the younger girls left he had to go find D’hys, tell him he needed to arrange it so Kelikki would stay and confirm that F’drel did indeed owe the bluerider a favor - shudder.
After that had been a blur of getting things ready for his sisters to arrive in Ista. The Headwoman liked F’drel, and was very accomodating with the room and things granted to his family. It was a small room, but it was private (at least for now), and on the lower levels like most non-rider rooms. It had two bunk beds, so room for four people, like a number of the Candidate rooms, and was plenty for his three sisters. Or two, but while Ferra had been Searched it seemed she would be staying with the other girls and being taught all the chores and such before she moved to a Candidate room. There were definitely benefits to being helpful and polite to the Headwoman. When she moved the remaining two in the room could use the extra two beds for storage or extra seating, at least until someone else was placed into the room. F’drel got a few essentials for all of them from the storage rooms - trunks, bed linens, a small table, a pitcher and cups, nothing fancy - and spent an excessive amount of time making sure the room and everything in it was clean.
Then it was time to bring them to the Weyr - with D’hys, because of course the bluerider wanted to be there, make F’drel uncomfortable because fuck him, though at least they had been in Fort because F’drel doubted he would have been able to handle going back to Nabol, especially with D’hys there. Jalazmar’s house in Fort was better. Once they were all in Ista and D’hys had left F’drel had given his three sisters a preliminary tour of their new home. Kalea was the most enthusiastic about it all, unsurprisingly, and F’drel just knew he’d have to keep an extra close eye on her for a while. Just in case. He worried about the kind of trouble Kalea could get herself in.
F’drel spent their first night at the Weyr with his sisters in their new room, borrowing the extra bunk to sleep in. Halomirth felt very far away, but she’d been all for him staying with them to make sure they had a good first night at the Weyr, and F’drel could still feel her. It was worth the distance to be with his sisters.
First thing the next morning, after a quick breakfast, F’drel properly introduced the girls to the Headwoman, who introduced them to another woman who would be walking them through all their chores and duties as members of the Weyr. Ferra attended too, because even as a Candidate she’d still be doing chores, and it made sense to teach her with her sisters. Once they were off with their appointed teacher F’drel returned to his Weyr and Halomirth. He decided to pamper her a little that morning, in apology for sleeping away from her the night before (even if she had been in support of the choice). Didn’t hurt that it kept him busy and allowed him to shove aside his panic for a little while. She got a long bath before they returned home for a very thorough oiling, until F’drel couldn’t find anywhere left to oil and Miri wanted a nap.
As Miri settled in for her nap, F’drel went inside to make himself another cup of klah. Because drinking too much klah and increasing his heart rate was absolutely what F’drel needed when he was stressed. He paced the weyr, not sure what to do with himself while he waited. There was no laundry to be done, and if he cleaned it anyway he may run into his sisters and then they’d think he was overly worried and hovering - all true - and F’drel didn’t want them to worry about his own state of mind. Instead of doing anything else even slightly productive the indecision kept F’drel pacing and overthinking.
At some point - F’drel had no idea what time it was or how long he’d been pacing - he sensed Halomirth stirring as one of her friends approached. F’drel stopped breathing until the visitor’s identity filtered through to him - Edath, it was Edath, only Edath - and waited anxiously for R’dal to appear. When he did F’drel nodded stiffly in response to his greeting, and while he didn’t step aside or push R’dal away F’drel didn’t lean into it or hug back as had become their norm.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked quietly, somewhere between hurt and accusatory.
