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14.Aug.18, 11:12 PM
F’drel still couldn’t believe he’d gone along with this camping trip. It was very much not his style, but Halomirth had been so excited at the idea — spending time at the beach with friends and you get to sleep there — he couldn’t say no. He’d given a noncommittal ‘I’ll be there unless something comes up,’ and then Miri had been the final push to actually show up. And it hadn’t been so bad at first; swimming was nice, especially in this weather, and he’d found a mostly flat rock, big enough to sprawl out on top of and close enough to the water that the spray from the waves would keep him reasonably cool. F’drel had even been a little bit social, chatting with people, meeting some of the people he hadn’t known.
Of course, it all had to go to shit when Casa brought out the spiked klah.
Not that F’drel begrudged anyone for taking it. Maybe a little begrudging, for leaving him awkwardly alone amidst essentially an orgy, but he understood why it was appealing to people. Appealing to other people, as the thought of drinking it made him a little sick. No matter what Casa said about it not impacting your decision making, F’drel didn’t believe it — though he would believe all these people were truly as wanton and horny as they were acting that evening. But that was them and F’drel… well, he barely drank wine — sometimes when he was alone, and wasn’t that a different level of sad — because he didn’t like feeling like his ability to respond to things, to think, was impaired. It made him deeply uncomfortable. And this drug seemed more intense than a glass of wine.
He leaned back against Halomirth’s side, where she lay at the edge of the camp conversing animatedly with a couple of blues from other Weyrs, and tried to think of anything else. Of course, he failed, as the immediate area was full of the sounds of people having sex. Lots of people, having lots of sex. And the waves in the background, but they hardly drowned out all the moaning and… other noises. F’drel grimaced and shifted around, trying to find a place against Miri that blocked off some of the noise a little. No success. He contemplated taking Miri and making his own camp a little further off, but F’drel knew he wouldn’t be able to coax her away from the other dragons. Maybe he could convince her to leave them, but would her quiet disappointment at not being with friends be worth it? No, no it would not. With a sigh F’drel resigned himself to an uncomfortable, sleepless night.
Of course, it all had to go to shit when Casa brought out the spiked klah.
Not that F’drel begrudged anyone for taking it. Maybe a little begrudging, for leaving him awkwardly alone amidst essentially an orgy, but he understood why it was appealing to people. Appealing to other people, as the thought of drinking it made him a little sick. No matter what Casa said about it not impacting your decision making, F’drel didn’t believe it — though he would believe all these people were truly as wanton and horny as they were acting that evening. But that was them and F’drel… well, he barely drank wine — sometimes when he was alone, and wasn’t that a different level of sad — because he didn’t like feeling like his ability to respond to things, to think, was impaired. It made him deeply uncomfortable. And this drug seemed more intense than a glass of wine.
He leaned back against Halomirth’s side, where she lay at the edge of the camp conversing animatedly with a couple of blues from other Weyrs, and tried to think of anything else. Of course, he failed, as the immediate area was full of the sounds of people having sex. Lots of people, having lots of sex. And the waves in the background, but they hardly drowned out all the moaning and… other noises. F’drel grimaced and shifted around, trying to find a place against Miri that blocked off some of the noise a little. No success. He contemplated taking Miri and making his own camp a little further off, but F’drel knew he wouldn’t be able to coax her away from the other dragons. Maybe he could convince her to leave them, but would her quiet disappointment at not being with friends be worth it? No, no it would not. With a sigh F’drel resigned himself to an uncomfortable, sleepless night.
