09.Feb.21, 02:36 AM
Oh no. Fetch's heart sank and his stomach churned uneasily at the thought of the very angry gold following him home. He'd just have to try to stay out of their way as best as he was able to. Unless he wanted to transfer elsewhere. Probably not to Fort, since he was already in enough trouble here. He knew Telgar, it was home and he didn't want to leave it just because he could be uncomfortable. He would probably be just as uncomfortable anywhere else. He swallowed and nodded in acknowledgement. "Thank you for telling me... I guess I'll just... try to stay out of their way."
Fediletch ran his fingers through his hair as he thought about how awful and uncomfortable he still felt, and how it was likely to only get worse. He nodded in response to the Weyrleader's reassurance, though he wasn't sure if he could really believe it would work out. He didn't want to give up on the dragons, but he wouldn't blame them if they gave up on him. "I... I'll just go. I don't have any question. Thank you."
He got up and trudged back out of the Weyrleader's office, head hanging low as he made his way back to the candidate barracks and his cot. He felt sick and lost and powerless, though he supposed he had a little bit of hope that he might be able to still Stand back home or at some other Weyrs. If he ever wanted to Stand again. For now he considered wisdom that his mother had once given him and decided he was just going to sleep on it and hope he felt a little better when he woke up.
Fediletch ran his fingers through his hair as he thought about how awful and uncomfortable he still felt, and how it was likely to only get worse. He nodded in response to the Weyrleader's reassurance, though he wasn't sure if he could really believe it would work out. He didn't want to give up on the dragons, but he wouldn't blame them if they gave up on him. "I... I'll just go. I don't have any question. Thank you."
He got up and trudged back out of the Weyrleader's office, head hanging low as he made his way back to the candidate barracks and his cot. He felt sick and lost and powerless, though he supposed he had a little bit of hope that he might be able to still Stand back home or at some other Weyrs. If he ever wanted to Stand again. For now he considered wisdom that his mother had once given him and decided he was just going to sleep on it and hope he felt a little better when he woke up.