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02.Mar.19, 02:09 AM
F’drel woke slowly, which, once he was awake enough to form coherent thoughts, was the first clue something was out of place. It took another few seconds to remember what it meant. As a rule, F’drel slept poorly. He’d always been a light sleeper growing up, but as of his mid teens or so his sleep had gotten worse. In addition to snapping awake at the slightest sound or movement nearby (which was less of a problem now that he had his own weyr instead of a bed in barracks, but it still happened when R’dal slept over), F’drel dealt with trouble falling asleep, waking constantly throughout the night, and just about always feeling like he hadn’t slept enough. So when he woke gradually and didn’t feel like he had just closed his eyes it meant something was off.
Namely, F’drel never relaxed in his sleep this much — Halomirth, however, did. And considering it was only a few days until it was a full turn since Miri’s first Flight, even with his mind still groggy it wasn’t too hard to figure out what had happened. Fuck, had it been a turn already since she’d started Flying? At least she seemed like she would be relatively consistent with her timing? And it had only been twice, which was better than some of the greens he knew who Flew a good four times a turn. Could be worse for a Flight pattern, really, even if he didn’t like it happening at all.
Now that he’d figured out what was going on, F’drel supposed he should figure out where he was and who he was with. It took much more effort to force himself to shake off enough of Miri’s pleased tiredness to even begin the process than F’drel, in the very back of his mind, liked. Part of him was very concerned about how unsafe his and Miri’s post-Flight sluggishness was, but the part of him that was in control at the moment couldn’t be convinced to care overly much just then. Because post-Flight him was an idiot and going to get them hurt someday if he didn’t quickly figure out how to brush off the lingering haziness from Miri being in control.
For the moment, though, F’drel had collected himself enough to want to know what sort of situation he was in and how quickly he needed to get out of it. Without even opening his eyes or moving his head from where it was currently buried in a pillow (it was a pillow, right?) he could rule out a few people from the list of possible Flight winners. Due to the frequency with which R’dal stayed the night with him, F’drel could easily tell it wasn’t his friend. Which was a relief, really, F’drel had no idea how he’d respond to Edath winning. Something to worry about at a later time. He was also pretty sure the person he was pressed up next to wasn’t a previous Flight winner either. Too tall to be Z’ia, and too soft for D’hys. Which meant F’drel was dealing with someone new, someone he almost certainly didn’t know enough about. Fuck. (Though maybe someone new was better than one of the last two, he was undecided on that point. The threat you know, the threat you don’t know.) Time to find out who it was, then.
F’drel rolled over to get a better look at the unknown person and sighed quietly as he recognized the man. Not that he’d ever spoken to Z’rin, that F’drel could remember, but it had become something of his business to keep up with gossip around Ista, so he’d certainly heard of the man. It was a rare bluerider who had a bronzeriding mate, and F’drel had paid attention to all the rumors about them. If he was lucky, which he never was, he wouldn't start appearing in the rumors himself. And of course, moving around had drawn attention to himself and F’drel froze when he realized Z’rin was looking at him. Fuck.
Namely, F’drel never relaxed in his sleep this much — Halomirth, however, did. And considering it was only a few days until it was a full turn since Miri’s first Flight, even with his mind still groggy it wasn’t too hard to figure out what had happened. Fuck, had it been a turn already since she’d started Flying? At least she seemed like she would be relatively consistent with her timing? And it had only been twice, which was better than some of the greens he knew who Flew a good four times a turn. Could be worse for a Flight pattern, really, even if he didn’t like it happening at all.
Now that he’d figured out what was going on, F’drel supposed he should figure out where he was and who he was with. It took much more effort to force himself to shake off enough of Miri’s pleased tiredness to even begin the process than F’drel, in the very back of his mind, liked. Part of him was very concerned about how unsafe his and Miri’s post-Flight sluggishness was, but the part of him that was in control at the moment couldn’t be convinced to care overly much just then. Because post-Flight him was an idiot and going to get them hurt someday if he didn’t quickly figure out how to brush off the lingering haziness from Miri being in control.
For the moment, though, F’drel had collected himself enough to want to know what sort of situation he was in and how quickly he needed to get out of it. Without even opening his eyes or moving his head from where it was currently buried in a pillow (it was a pillow, right?) he could rule out a few people from the list of possible Flight winners. Due to the frequency with which R’dal stayed the night with him, F’drel could easily tell it wasn’t his friend. Which was a relief, really, F’drel had no idea how he’d respond to Edath winning. Something to worry about at a later time. He was also pretty sure the person he was pressed up next to wasn’t a previous Flight winner either. Too tall to be Z’ia, and too soft for D’hys. Which meant F’drel was dealing with someone new, someone he almost certainly didn’t know enough about. Fuck. (Though maybe someone new was better than one of the last two, he was undecided on that point. The threat you know, the threat you don’t know.) Time to find out who it was, then.
F’drel rolled over to get a better look at the unknown person and sighed quietly as he recognized the man. Not that he’d ever spoken to Z’rin, that F’drel could remember, but it had become something of his business to keep up with gossip around Ista, so he’d certainly heard of the man. It was a rare bluerider who had a bronzeriding mate, and F’drel had paid attention to all the rumors about them. If he was lucky, which he never was, he wouldn't start appearing in the rumors himself. And of course, moving around had drawn attention to himself and F’drel froze when he realized Z’rin was looking at him. Fuck.
