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14.Feb.21, 05:25 AM
F’drel had barely finished giving Quinvalis—N’lis—a quick congratulations on Impressing when he felt the increasingly familiar sensations from Halomirth that meant he should be making his way to a private room as quickly as possible. At least the Hatching was over properly and most people had left already; F’drel had hung back to see N’lis, wanting to make sure he had enough time with his mother and, unfortunately, the Fort Weyrleader, before F’drel even attempted to show himself. He’d kept it brief, not wanting to distract N’lis from Dalsuth, knowing well how much of N’lis’ attention the hatchling needed. Halomirth had at least waited long enough for the congratulations.
’Alright, Miri, alright,’ F’drel sighed at her, feeling with more clarity than usual the way she nuzzled into Edath. ’You going to let him catch you this time?’
Dunno, she said thoughtfully, twining her neck around him. Might.
F’drel sighed again and walked a bit faster. In the three Turns Halomirth had been Flying, F’drel had gotten better at keeping her on the ground long enough for him to get situated—at least some of the time. He hated having to borrow R’dal’s weyr for flights, but it kept happening and R’dal’s weyr was better than a random storeroom. He ended up arriving before R’dal, who must have been congratulating a new Weyrling or consoling a Candidate who he’d Searched or something. F’drel wasn’t sure if that was a relief or not.
Once he felt as ready as he was going to be, F’drel sat on the edge of R’dal’s bed and gave Halomirth the mental go-ahead, to which Halomirth shrieked in delight and launched herself into the sky.
Coming back to himself was, as usual, a very slow process. He was warm, somewhere comfortable, and not particularly in pain, which made collecting his thoughts even harder. Eventually he’d gathered them enough to determine who Miri had chosen to be her newest favorite blue.
’He’s barely a year old.’ F’drel made a face into the pillow—R’dal’s pillow—at Casnovath snuggled tightly with Halomirth.
He chased me, Halomirth said sleepily. He’s nice. He says his rider needs help making friends.
F’drel groaned softly. Of course. Halomirth was always trying to help him make friends, it made perfect since she’d want to help another dragon do the same for his rider. The fact he happened to be a nice young blue was a bonus for her. F’drel just had to deal with it.
He planned to deal with it later, when his brain was in better working order and his highest instincts weren’t “cuddle” and “bury your face into him,” courtesy of Halomirth. Unfortunately, Casnovath’s rider—D’nei, Halomirth offered—made a noise and ruined that plan.
’Alright, Miri, alright,’ F’drel sighed at her, feeling with more clarity than usual the way she nuzzled into Edath. ’You going to let him catch you this time?’
Dunno, she said thoughtfully, twining her neck around him. Might.
F’drel sighed again and walked a bit faster. In the three Turns Halomirth had been Flying, F’drel had gotten better at keeping her on the ground long enough for him to get situated—at least some of the time. He hated having to borrow R’dal’s weyr for flights, but it kept happening and R’dal’s weyr was better than a random storeroom. He ended up arriving before R’dal, who must have been congratulating a new Weyrling or consoling a Candidate who he’d Searched or something. F’drel wasn’t sure if that was a relief or not.
Once he felt as ready as he was going to be, F’drel sat on the edge of R’dal’s bed and gave Halomirth the mental go-ahead, to which Halomirth shrieked in delight and launched herself into the sky.
Coming back to himself was, as usual, a very slow process. He was warm, somewhere comfortable, and not particularly in pain, which made collecting his thoughts even harder. Eventually he’d gathered them enough to determine who Miri had chosen to be her newest favorite blue.
’He’s barely a year old.’ F’drel made a face into the pillow—R’dal’s pillow—at Casnovath snuggled tightly with Halomirth.
He chased me, Halomirth said sleepily. He’s nice. He says his rider needs help making friends.
F’drel groaned softly. Of course. Halomirth was always trying to help him make friends, it made perfect since she’d want to help another dragon do the same for his rider. The fact he happened to be a nice young blue was a bonus for her. F’drel just had to deal with it.
He planned to deal with it later, when his brain was in better working order and his highest instincts weren’t “cuddle” and “bury your face into him,” courtesy of Halomirth. Unfortunately, Casnovath’s rider—D’nei, Halomirth offered—made a noise and ruined that plan.
