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03.Mar.20, 02:06 AM
It may have been a party, but F’drel was not enjoying himself. He didn’t enjoy parties as a rule, really. Had to work at too many of them growing up, and now he couldn’t help noticing things like cups left on side tables that really should be moved or how whatever food platter was almost empty and should be refilled or put away. And then he wouldn’t be able to stop noticing those things, but they weren’t his parties so he wasn’t allowed to interfere with such things, so F’drel just ended up twitchy the entire time.
In addition to that, Miri was likely going to Fly sometime in the next week if the past two turns were any indication (even if so far she liked not having a particularly predictable schedule, including adding an entire extra Flight). All it meant was that F’drel was even more on edge than usual, paying extra close attention to everything she did. It would be just her idea of fun to Fly in the middle of Mylorah’s party, but hopefully her preference for Flying during the day would win out in this case. Because if not, F’drel was never going to a fucking party again.
To top that all off, Mylorah had of course invited that Lordling she liked to the party. As if F’drel wasn’t uncomfortable enough without a lord there. He’d have to keep an eye on the man. Just in case.
After checking with Halomirth again that R’dal and Edath hadn’t shown up yet. F’drel resigned himself to having to deal with this party without his cheerful friend just about all interactions could be deflected to for a while longer. Joy of all joys.
There was a moment when Mylorah got up from where she was sitting with the Lordling to greet people and F’drel thought for a heartbeat she’d bring the man with her. If he’d had to talk to a lord right then F’drel might have just left. But no, it was just Mylorah, who he could usually interact with without issue.
F’drel shook his head at her offer for drinks or food. He still didn’t drink much, and a party setting with a lord when Miri could Fly at any time was absolutely the worst time he could think of to start. “I’ll try some of your cookies later,” he allowed, not feeling up to eating anything in the moment. But she’d made them, and so he was obligated to at least try one at some point. F’drel didn’t give in to the light tugging either, not sure where Mylorah wanted him to come sit. If she was going back to the couch with the Lordling, F’drel didn’t really want to go with her. He still needed to learn more about the man, yes, but F’drel didn’t think the current moment was the best for it. He was a bit too distracted and on edge for the proper scrutiny any lord who was so intent on spending time with Mylorah deserved.
In addition to that, Miri was likely going to Fly sometime in the next week if the past two turns were any indication (even if so far she liked not having a particularly predictable schedule, including adding an entire extra Flight). All it meant was that F’drel was even more on edge than usual, paying extra close attention to everything she did. It would be just her idea of fun to Fly in the middle of Mylorah’s party, but hopefully her preference for Flying during the day would win out in this case. Because if not, F’drel was never going to a fucking party again.
To top that all off, Mylorah had of course invited that Lordling she liked to the party. As if F’drel wasn’t uncomfortable enough without a lord there. He’d have to keep an eye on the man. Just in case.
After checking with Halomirth again that R’dal and Edath hadn’t shown up yet. F’drel resigned himself to having to deal with this party without his cheerful friend just about all interactions could be deflected to for a while longer. Joy of all joys.
There was a moment when Mylorah got up from where she was sitting with the Lordling to greet people and F’drel thought for a heartbeat she’d bring the man with her. If he’d had to talk to a lord right then F’drel might have just left. But no, it was just Mylorah, who he could usually interact with without issue.
F’drel shook his head at her offer for drinks or food. He still didn’t drink much, and a party setting with a lord when Miri could Fly at any time was absolutely the worst time he could think of to start. “I’ll try some of your cookies later,” he allowed, not feeling up to eating anything in the moment. But she’d made them, and so he was obligated to at least try one at some point. F’drel didn’t give in to the light tugging either, not sure where Mylorah wanted him to come sit. If she was going back to the couch with the Lordling, F’drel didn’t really want to go with her. He still needed to learn more about the man, yes, but F’drel didn’t think the current moment was the best for it. He was a bit too distracted and on edge for the proper scrutiny any lord who was so intent on spending time with Mylorah deserved.
