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15.Feb.21, 03:27 AM
Right, F’drel thought as D’nei startled. Casnovath was very young, which meant this was almost certainly D’nai’s first Flight experience with a dragon. F’drel had no idea if he’d Flight mothed before Impression or not, but everyone said the experience was very different (F’drel had no personal experience for comparison). From his reaction, F’drel was guessing he hadn’t.
The sob was another good clue, and had F’drel immediately sitting up in concern as D’nei buried his face into R’dal’s mattress. Halomirth started to uncurl until Casnovath reassured her and she settled back down, though her eyes still whirled slightly. F’drel was frozen between asking what D’nei needed and just quietly slipping onto R’dal’s ledge so he could collect himself alone. He was saved from having to choose by D’nei speaking. D’nei was still obviously crying, but speaking was good, right?
F’drel wasn’t sure he liked the words though.
“You don’t have to apologize,” he said. “You’ve done nothing wrong. Flights are...a lot.” He didn’t reach out, not yet, not sure if touch would help D’nei or not. He offered a massage, so it perhaps wasn’t totally unwanted, but that would be D’nei touching F’drel, not F’drel touching D’nei without warning. Well, he could give warning, but still.
“Do you think that will help you?” F’drel wasn’t thrilled at the idea of a stranger massaging him but he could cling to Halomirth’s sleepy content long enough to keep from stressing too much about it. “I’m not opposed if it will help you calm down, but if something else is better, we can do that.”
F’drel wanted to give him whatever he needed to help deal with it. Flights sucked, and while F’drel was starting to get used to them they were never truly pleasant for him. He hated to say nice things about D’hys, but the bluerider had mostly just let F’drel do whatever he wanted and not demanded anything of him. It would have been so, so easy for him to demand anything he wanted from F’drel, and F’drel would have given it. Even without the post-Flight fuzziness. But he didn’t, he’d demanded nothing, really, and F’drel knew he could have had a much, much worse first Flight.
D’nei may be a bluerider and not a greenrider, but F’drel wasn’t going to try to make a first Flight worse even so.
The sob was another good clue, and had F’drel immediately sitting up in concern as D’nei buried his face into R’dal’s mattress. Halomirth started to uncurl until Casnovath reassured her and she settled back down, though her eyes still whirled slightly. F’drel was frozen between asking what D’nei needed and just quietly slipping onto R’dal’s ledge so he could collect himself alone. He was saved from having to choose by D’nei speaking. D’nei was still obviously crying, but speaking was good, right?
F’drel wasn’t sure he liked the words though.
“You don’t have to apologize,” he said. “You’ve done nothing wrong. Flights are...a lot.” He didn’t reach out, not yet, not sure if touch would help D’nei or not. He offered a massage, so it perhaps wasn’t totally unwanted, but that would be D’nei touching F’drel, not F’drel touching D’nei without warning. Well, he could give warning, but still.
“Do you think that will help you?” F’drel wasn’t thrilled at the idea of a stranger massaging him but he could cling to Halomirth’s sleepy content long enough to keep from stressing too much about it. “I’m not opposed if it will help you calm down, but if something else is better, we can do that.”
F’drel wanted to give him whatever he needed to help deal with it. Flights sucked, and while F’drel was starting to get used to them they were never truly pleasant for him. He hated to say nice things about D’hys, but the bluerider had mostly just let F’drel do whatever he wanted and not demanded anything of him. It would have been so, so easy for him to demand anything he wanted from F’drel, and F’drel would have given it. Even without the post-Flight fuzziness. But he didn’t, he’d demanded nothing, really, and F’drel knew he could have had a much, much worse first Flight.
D’nei may be a bluerider and not a greenrider, but F’drel wasn’t going to try to make a first Flight worse even so.
