22.Jan.19, 02:19 AM
F’drel was about to tell Mylorah he’d meet her by the Candidate barracks and pick her up with Miri, when she decided to tease him about not liking Casa’s party. The comment won her the most unimpressed look F’drel could muster and he considered rescinding the invitation for a moment. He didn’t really care whether or not Mylorah swam nude or not, as long as she didn’t make anything of it either — which she didn’t seem likely to — but other people probably would. Then again, with any luck no one would be there so it wouldn’t matter. Maybe F’drel appreciated the gesture a little. Didn’t stop the unimpressed look though.
“Miri and I will meet you by your barracks, then,” he said, expression not changing. It was reasonable enough for a dragonrider to give a Candidate friend a ride every now and then, so F’drel wasn’t overly concerned people would make too much of it. He knew Mylorah got rides from friends sometimes, so very few people would make anything of it. So that was fine. F’drel stood to leave, making sure to hold onto his mug to drop it off with the other dishes to wash — it was weird to not always have to wash his own dishes when he was done with them, and he sometimes did it anyway. Harder still was remembering that he could use as many utensils and plates as he needed, instead of being encouraged to dirty as few dishes as possible. That morning, though, F’drel figured it would be better not to keep Mylorah waiting too long, so it was okay to leave the dirty mug this once.
“See you soon,” F’drel told Mylorah, nodding at her before stepping away to drop off his mug and go get Halomirth and her bathing things.
“Miri and I will meet you by your barracks, then,” he said, expression not changing. It was reasonable enough for a dragonrider to give a Candidate friend a ride every now and then, so F’drel wasn’t overly concerned people would make too much of it. He knew Mylorah got rides from friends sometimes, so very few people would make anything of it. So that was fine. F’drel stood to leave, making sure to hold onto his mug to drop it off with the other dishes to wash — it was weird to not always have to wash his own dishes when he was done with them, and he sometimes did it anyway. Harder still was remembering that he could use as many utensils and plates as he needed, instead of being encouraged to dirty as few dishes as possible. That morning, though, F’drel figured it would be better not to keep Mylorah waiting too long, so it was okay to leave the dirty mug this once.
“See you soon,” F’drel told Mylorah, nodding at her before stepping away to drop off his mug and go get Halomirth and her bathing things.