19.Mar.21, 07:00 PM
“Peachy,” Yfris murmured from where he lay in his hammock. At least he had that to enjoy though it had been a tad terrifying getting into it and he wasn’t quite sure how he would free himself but that was a problem for future Yfris. Current Yfris was trying to enjoy himself but was rather bored. “I regret bringing you to my overlook and giving you the impression I’m a lover of the outdoors.” Hadn’t he also mentioned at that time that he had people that fished for him? Boats that went out and cast large nets and brought home an abundance of fish regularly? Maybe K’dar should see a healer for his selective memory that was also creating false impressions.
When the fish was held up, Yfris gave it an appropriate glance and then gave the bronzerider two thumbs up. “Another excellent catch, friend.” He half wondered if K’dar had somehow filled the spot with a few buckets of fish that he had brought elsewhere so he could show off his prowess with a rod. Unfortunately it was not the right type of rod for his interests. “No, no need to bring my parents fish. Gifts are often seen as bribery or an apology,” he replied but his gaze was on the branches above him. The trees weren’t even in full bloom yet so why were they outside with the intent to sleep beneath flimsy material?
Yfris gave a wave of his hand, brushing aside the gratitude for his appearance on the trip. “She’s only letting me decorate the bedroom so it hasn’t been much of a hassle for me. They seem to be settling in well, however.” He still wasn’t sure how he was going to fit in and Yfris was waiting for the day the Weyr decided it was best that he just stay in one place or the other. Sure, it had only been a few weeks but it would eventually come. He could only play up the role of ambassador between Hold and Weyr nonsense for so long before it was noticed that he could be useful by staying in the Weyr and simply proof-reading letters.
When the fish was held up, Yfris gave it an appropriate glance and then gave the bronzerider two thumbs up. “Another excellent catch, friend.” He half wondered if K’dar had somehow filled the spot with a few buckets of fish that he had brought elsewhere so he could show off his prowess with a rod. Unfortunately it was not the right type of rod for his interests. “No, no need to bring my parents fish. Gifts are often seen as bribery or an apology,” he replied but his gaze was on the branches above him. The trees weren’t even in full bloom yet so why were they outside with the intent to sleep beneath flimsy material?
Yfris gave a wave of his hand, brushing aside the gratitude for his appearance on the trip. “She’s only letting me decorate the bedroom so it hasn’t been much of a hassle for me. They seem to be settling in well, however.” He still wasn’t sure how he was going to fit in and Yfris was waiting for the day the Weyr decided it was best that he just stay in one place or the other. Sure, it had only been a few weeks but it would eventually come. He could only play up the role of ambassador between Hold and Weyr nonsense for so long before it was noticed that he could be useful by staying in the Weyr and simply proof-reading letters.