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27.Jan.19, 10:58 PM
It was looking like F’drel would never be able to avoid large events again. Between R’dal, D’hys, and Mylorah he always had at least one people requesting — in their various fashions — that he attend these things. He had somehow avoided the Gather in Nabol by claiming to be ill, which was true enough to be convincing because the thought of going there now that his siblings had moved really did make him feel sick. At least he got to visit his sisters and brother during this event, but they were also helping work at the party, since it was hosted by the Lordling they worked for, and while they had breaks and time off, there was plenty of time they were busy. Which meant F’drel couldn’t just spend the entire time with them.
Instead, he just sort of lurked off toward the side, slowly sipping a non-alcoholic drink — he was only accepting drinks from one of his sisters that day since he could fairly safely assume they wouldn’t give him anything suspicious, and they had access to the unopened drinks as well. Much better than filling a cup from a punch bowl or something. If people spoke to him he would respond, but overall he just listened and watched. He’d been ‘asked’ to, after all.
Until, of course, R’dal bounced over with the energy of a five turn old who’s had too much dessert and asked if F’drel wanted to build a snowman with him, of all things. He blinked at R’dal for a moment, making sure he’d heard that right. Yup, snowman. Or snow dragon. Halomirth perked up at the idea of snow playing, from where she was rolling around in the stuff with a few other dragons. Snow dragon! she cheered in his head, encouraging her rider to make one with R’dal. Because of course she thought it was a great idea.
“We could probably manage a dragon if it’s unhatched,” F’del said, not really sure what to say in response. He had exactly no experience making snow anything, especially not dragons, but since he doubted he could turn R’dal down they could probably manage a vague egg shape and call it a dragon. Or be more ambitious and actually attempt a proper dragon, but F’drel wasn’t sure how that would even work. How the fuck would you make the wings? With snow? Find some sticks? Have the dragon lying weirdly with wings spread out flat on the ground?
Instead, he just sort of lurked off toward the side, slowly sipping a non-alcoholic drink — he was only accepting drinks from one of his sisters that day since he could fairly safely assume they wouldn’t give him anything suspicious, and they had access to the unopened drinks as well. Much better than filling a cup from a punch bowl or something. If people spoke to him he would respond, but overall he just listened and watched. He’d been ‘asked’ to, after all.
Until, of course, R’dal bounced over with the energy of a five turn old who’s had too much dessert and asked if F’drel wanted to build a snowman with him, of all things. He blinked at R’dal for a moment, making sure he’d heard that right. Yup, snowman. Or snow dragon. Halomirth perked up at the idea of snow playing, from where she was rolling around in the stuff with a few other dragons. Snow dragon! she cheered in his head, encouraging her rider to make one with R’dal. Because of course she thought it was a great idea.
“We could probably manage a dragon if it’s unhatched,” F’del said, not really sure what to say in response. He had exactly no experience making snow anything, especially not dragons, but since he doubted he could turn R’dal down they could probably manage a vague egg shape and call it a dragon. Or be more ambitious and actually attempt a proper dragon, but F’drel wasn’t sure how that would even work. How the fuck would you make the wings? With snow? Find some sticks? Have the dragon lying weirdly with wings spread out flat on the ground?
