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742.02.28 | Down in the Dumps - Fediletch - 09.Mar.21
It was hard to miss Malvayth as she did a roll through the sky over the Weyr, her brilliant gold and orange wings shimmering in the sun, occasionally broken up by a flash of pale belly. Fetch stared up to watch her for a moment before retreating inside to avoid being spotted.
Maybe he should have transferred, he hated hiding down in the lower caverns for long. The walls started to close in after a while unless he could get into the bigger rooms and even then sometimes it was hard to forget the rest of the Weyr piled on top of him. How everything didn't collapse he wasn't sure, smarter people than him made all of this after all, but smarter people still sometimes made mistakes and he couldn't help but dwell on that. Transferring would probably mean less hiding from a gold dragon that hated him. But he liked it in Telgar, it was home.
Chuck chirped softly as he climbed up onto his shoulder to nuzzle against his neck; he'd been distressed ever since the Touching that had plagued Fediletch's thoughts, picking up on his boy's guilt and worries and fears and sadness. The brown firelizard was powerless to do anything other than try to constantly nuzzle and croon and be as cute as could be, and so far it hadn't done much to lift the mood. If anything it made Fetch feel even worse, and he paused to gently give Chuck an affectionate scratch on the head. "I'm sorry I've got you so upset. You deserve better, bud."
He should probably go help in the kitchens but last time he tried he was sent back to the barracks early because the chef said he didn't look like he was feeling well. Fetch had tried to insist he wasn't sick, but was shooed out anyway and told to relax. He didn't want to relax though, he just wanted to lie down and do nothing, except then he might get kicked out of the Weyr and sent back to Crom Hold and seeing his father again was the last thing he wanted to do. Not while he was already sad.
With a heavy sigh, Fediletch trudged towards the kitchen anyway. Maybe he could just run supplies from the store rooms. It would be something to do, and he'd beg them to let him help and not send him away again if he had to. Hopefully some hard work will help him feel better. It hadn't so far, but maybe he just hadn't done enough of it yet.