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06.Jan.19, 04:00 AM
“You are welcome to think whatever you like about my scone intentions,” F’drel said with a roll of his eyes, soaking one corner of it in his klah before taking a bite. Klah made just about all foods better, even ones like the scones that were already pretty good. Honestly, his blood was probably at least half klah at this point, F’drel drank so much of it, but it was something he could actually enjoy, which he didn’t have enough of.
He raised an eyebrow at Mylorah’s new line of questioning. Of course she knew he’d spent some time with T’ryn, that was just the kind of person she was — didn’t hurt that T’ryn was also her brother, she seemed the type to keep tabs on her siblings. Which hopefully meant T’ryn had mentioned they’d met, not some other gossip source that F’drel would have to avoid for the rest of forever. He waited, watching Mylorah, until she confirmed that her brother had in fact told her about it. F’drel couldn’t even blame T’ryn for it — he probably just wanted to prove to Mylorah he wasn’t a complete recluse. The only thing keeping F’drel from the same was probably R’dal, who F’drel was almost certain talked about him with Mylorah, which was. Questionably safe, but F’drel doubted he could do anything about it.
“I’m not sure you could really call it hiding when you’re sitting on a public beach, but yes, we crossed paths. And I’m honestly surprised Syrendryth put up with Miri for as long as he did, though I suppose I wouldn’t have heard if he complained.” F’drel shook his head, still amazed that the bronze hadn’t just ignored his silly green after the first few minutes — Halomirth was exhausting sometimes, even if she was wonderful. Still, F’drel always worried that the next dragon she tried to befriend would reject her friendship and it would crush her. With any luck it wouldn’t happen any time soon, but when had F’drel ever been lucky?
He raised an eyebrow at Mylorah’s new line of questioning. Of course she knew he’d spent some time with T’ryn, that was just the kind of person she was — didn’t hurt that T’ryn was also her brother, she seemed the type to keep tabs on her siblings. Which hopefully meant T’ryn had mentioned they’d met, not some other gossip source that F’drel would have to avoid for the rest of forever. He waited, watching Mylorah, until she confirmed that her brother had in fact told her about it. F’drel couldn’t even blame T’ryn for it — he probably just wanted to prove to Mylorah he wasn’t a complete recluse. The only thing keeping F’drel from the same was probably R’dal, who F’drel was almost certain talked about him with Mylorah, which was. Questionably safe, but F’drel doubted he could do anything about it.
“I’m not sure you could really call it hiding when you’re sitting on a public beach, but yes, we crossed paths. And I’m honestly surprised Syrendryth put up with Miri for as long as he did, though I suppose I wouldn’t have heard if he complained.” F’drel shook his head, still amazed that the bronze hadn’t just ignored his silly green after the first few minutes — Halomirth was exhausting sometimes, even if she was wonderful. Still, F’drel always worried that the next dragon she tried to befriend would reject her friendship and it would crush her. With any luck it wouldn’t happen any time soon, but when had F’drel ever been lucky?
