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25.Feb.19, 01:58 AM
He hadn’t kept count of how many snow eggs they made for their snow dragon’s clutch, but F’drel knew it was a lot. There would have been at least two hundred tiny snow Candidates standing for it, thought there was no chance F’drel was going to suggest they make anything more in the snow. They’d made plenty already, and F’drel’s fingers were freezing and his gloves were getting damp from all the snow so making anything else wasn’t exactly appealing. F’drel turned his head to look at R’dal when he started talking about Katila, figuring if he stared at the snow dragon any longer he’d feel obligated to fix something on her.
Somehow it hadn’t really occurred to F’drel that the people raised in Katila didn’t see snow, or even horses, until moving North. Both had been around F’drel his entire life growing up, snow and horses, and it was hard to imagine not understanding them. Nabol was in a mountain valley, so there was snow every winter. And even as a household drudge he’d seen horses, though he had never ridden one. In a Hold like Nabol, horses were for lords and other important people, and sometimes messengers rom outside the Hold proper. F’drel had not been any of those, so he’d only been near horses, not on them. Even so, there was still something about having never seen one that was hard to comprehend. He shook his head softly.
“Not having snow doesn’t mean you missed out. And if you really feel you did, you have plenty of time to experience snow,” F’drel shrugged. It may be weird to him to never have seen snow, but he wasn’t sure any of the Katilian ‘brats had been deprived. It was just something different. Katila was different from Nabol which was different from Ista. Personally, F’drel much preferred living in Ista, but that had absolutely nothing to do with the weather.
F’drel startled a little when R’dal stood up, watching him carefully, wondering what the bluerider was planning now. He breathed a sigh of relief at the plan to get hot chocolate and nodded, taking the hand offered to him. “Yeah, sounds good.” Maybe wrapping his hands around a warm drink would help him feel his fingers again. He let R’dal lead the way over to the drinks, walking half a step behind his friend and gratefully took the warm, chocolatey drink when it was offered to him. They ended up wandering over to one of the fires, and F’drel listened to R’dal talk about whatever crossed his mind while the both sipped their hot chocolates.
Somehow it hadn’t really occurred to F’drel that the people raised in Katila didn’t see snow, or even horses, until moving North. Both had been around F’drel his entire life growing up, snow and horses, and it was hard to imagine not understanding them. Nabol was in a mountain valley, so there was snow every winter. And even as a household drudge he’d seen horses, though he had never ridden one. In a Hold like Nabol, horses were for lords and other important people, and sometimes messengers rom outside the Hold proper. F’drel had not been any of those, so he’d only been near horses, not on them. Even so, there was still something about having never seen one that was hard to comprehend. He shook his head softly.
“Not having snow doesn’t mean you missed out. And if you really feel you did, you have plenty of time to experience snow,” F’drel shrugged. It may be weird to him to never have seen snow, but he wasn’t sure any of the Katilian ‘brats had been deprived. It was just something different. Katila was different from Nabol which was different from Ista. Personally, F’drel much preferred living in Ista, but that had absolutely nothing to do with the weather.
F’drel startled a little when R’dal stood up, watching him carefully, wondering what the bluerider was planning now. He breathed a sigh of relief at the plan to get hot chocolate and nodded, taking the hand offered to him. “Yeah, sounds good.” Maybe wrapping his hands around a warm drink would help him feel his fingers again. He let R’dal lead the way over to the drinks, walking half a step behind his friend and gratefully took the warm, chocolatey drink when it was offered to him. They ended up wandering over to one of the fires, and F’drel listened to R’dal talk about whatever crossed his mind while the both sipped their hot chocolates.
