23.Oct.18, 11:35 AM
Whether he was summoned by wishful thinking or just had good timing, R’dal would never tell but about the time F’drel worried he’d be in trouble one day, the bluerider approached his weyr. R’dal was frowning, trying to figure out how to open the door when his hands were balancing the slightly too full tray of food, when he saw it was left open. The frown flipped into a smile as he nudged the door with his hip. “You’re awesome, F’drel! Thanks for leaving the door open for me,” he called out as he entered, not sure where the greenrider currently was, and shut the door with his foot.
Glancing around, he didn’t see him in the main room or the bedroom when he peeked in so R’dal assumed his friend was still on the ledge. They could have a picnic out there! It was what he wanted but he didn’t want to mention it since he had already invited himself over. “They still had some pudding! So I grabbed two large bowls for us for dessert,” R’dal was in a good mood after napping and with the prospect of good food with a good friend and the sight of his dad chatting with Halomirth didn’t faze him a bit.
“Hi, da—Weyrleader Dad!” M’ris was a pretty relaxed dad and they had an easy relationship—when R’dal wasn’t worrying about being a disappointment—but it had been pointed out that when others were present, he should try to use titles. Since M’ris was both a father and Weyrleader, R’dal went with his idea of what was meant. He knew he was being cheeky but M’ris never put a stop to it. “I brought a lot of food since F’drel needs an energy boost but we can probably still share some if you’re staying.”
Glancing around, he didn’t see him in the main room or the bedroom when he peeked in so R’dal assumed his friend was still on the ledge. They could have a picnic out there! It was what he wanted but he didn’t want to mention it since he had already invited himself over. “They still had some pudding! So I grabbed two large bowls for us for dessert,” R’dal was in a good mood after napping and with the prospect of good food with a good friend and the sight of his dad chatting with Halomirth didn’t faze him a bit.
“Hi, da—Weyrleader Dad!” M’ris was a pretty relaxed dad and they had an easy relationship—when R’dal wasn’t worrying about being a disappointment—but it had been pointed out that when others were present, he should try to use titles. Since M’ris was both a father and Weyrleader, R’dal went with his idea of what was meant. He knew he was being cheeky but M’ris never put a stop to it. “I brought a lot of food since F’drel needs an energy boost but we can probably still share some if you’re staying.”