10.Mar.18, 04:54 AM
F’drel shivered at the touch, and held his breath, trying to anticipate what D’hys would do next. To his surprise, the man got up to get drinks (of some sort), leaving F’drel alone in the bed. In response to the sudden minor chill, F’drel rolled over into the just vacated space, warm from just having had a body there. He internally struggled with the request to stay in bed; F’drel had no desire to get up yet, but he wasn’t overly fond of taking orders from strangers in his own weyr. Still, he chose to stay where he was, and keep an eye on his ‘guest.’
He watched D’hys carefully, not paying much attention to the man himself, instead keeping track of what he was doing. F’drel may not have much in his home, and certainly nothing to hide, but something about a stranger poking around didn’t sit right with him. The grimace he made was hopefully read as in response to the comment about being sore in weird places after Flights — which, thinking about it, only made him grimace more. Though, perhaps it made sense in a way. Halomirth had gotten tired flying, but he had no wings. Could it be phantom soreness from his dragon? Or it could just be a comment about sex. F’drel was too new to this to know.
When the other man returned to the bed and offered the cup of water, F’drel shifted to a sitting position before taking it and offering a quiet ‘thanks.’ He’d rather not risk spilling water all over his bed from trying to drink lying down. Cup in hand, he moved to lean back against the wall D’hys wasn’t already resting against (the perks of having the bed in the corner; he had his own wall). F’drel silently tapped it against the cup D’hys held, nodding at him but not saying anything. The first sip made him realize how thirsty he had been; F’drel hadn’t noticed his dry throat until the water was already there. Huh. Another interesting side effect of Flights. He took several more larger sips, enjoying the refreshing coolness, all the while keeping an eye on D’hys, waiting for a sign of what the bluerider was still here for.
He watched D’hys carefully, not paying much attention to the man himself, instead keeping track of what he was doing. F’drel may not have much in his home, and certainly nothing to hide, but something about a stranger poking around didn’t sit right with him. The grimace he made was hopefully read as in response to the comment about being sore in weird places after Flights — which, thinking about it, only made him grimace more. Though, perhaps it made sense in a way. Halomirth had gotten tired flying, but he had no wings. Could it be phantom soreness from his dragon? Or it could just be a comment about sex. F’drel was too new to this to know.
When the other man returned to the bed and offered the cup of water, F’drel shifted to a sitting position before taking it and offering a quiet ‘thanks.’ He’d rather not risk spilling water all over his bed from trying to drink lying down. Cup in hand, he moved to lean back against the wall D’hys wasn’t already resting against (the perks of having the bed in the corner; he had his own wall). F’drel silently tapped it against the cup D’hys held, nodding at him but not saying anything. The first sip made him realize how thirsty he had been; F’drel hadn’t noticed his dry throat until the water was already there. Huh. Another interesting side effect of Flights. He took several more larger sips, enjoying the refreshing coolness, all the while keeping an eye on D’hys, waiting for a sign of what the bluerider was still here for.