14.Feb.22, 12:20 PM
N’lis woke with a groan. He felt hungover but didn’t remember drinking much, or anything in fact. True that was a side effect of drinking too much but he truly believed he hadn’t had anything. He mentally assessed himself and found that other than exhaustion and feeling a bit lightheaded, he didn’t think he suffered from any other well-known symptoms of a hangover. Maybe recalling what he did to lead up to that moment in time would help. If he could think as that seemed to be a bit of a challenge.
But slowly his mind started down the foggy path that cleared with each step until he recalled his graduation from weyrlinghood. It had been a special moment, almost as amazing as Impressing! It was an accomplishment he had always hoped for but didn’t believe he’d ever achieve but there he was with his dragon, becoming a full-fledged dragonrider. The event had taken place early afternoon with the celebration party later that evening. There had been some downtime between the two and he had surprised himself by chatting with a few classmates when the cry came.
Right, the cry of a Flight. He remembered that now and how one of his fellow blueriders laughed and joked that winning a Flight on top of graduating would be the best way to celebrate and start their career off right. N’lis hadn’t agreed but stayed quiet like he often did until Dalsuth piped up with his own interest. Oh no.
With that horrifying thought. N’lis finally opened his eyes and spotted a room he didn’t recognise. Where was he?Edath’s weyr. He said it’s fine and that it happens a lot. Edath… N’lis scrunched his nose in thought and finally placed R’dal as the rider. He was nice but it still felt rude to be in his bed with… was it someone else? Maybe he had lost with R’dal though Dalsuth’s words didn’t lend to that thought and his dragon was far too happy and mellow for a loss.
He would have to face the truth soon enough and N’lis sat up, perhaps a bit too quickly as the room swam around him. And then his eyes focused and he saw the man beside him. “Ah crap!” he shouted on a whispered hiss before losing his balance. He had meant to scramble from the bed but instead fell out of it, landing in a heap with a moan. He sat up enough to cautiously peek over the top to verify it was indeed F’drel he saw lying there and groaned as he shut his eyes and rested his head against the bed.
He remembered from the few classes on Flights that it was considered rude to bolt out the door afterwards but that was all N’lis wanted to do. How was he supposed to face his friend after they had had sex thanks to their dragons? He also knew that was perfectly normal, again thanks to the classes, but despite the various guest speakers, none really touched upon the dynamics that resembled his friendship with F’drel or his own introverted personality.
He opened his eyes and glanced up. Yup, F’drel was still there.
But slowly his mind started down the foggy path that cleared with each step until he recalled his graduation from weyrlinghood. It had been a special moment, almost as amazing as Impressing! It was an accomplishment he had always hoped for but didn’t believe he’d ever achieve but there he was with his dragon, becoming a full-fledged dragonrider. The event had taken place early afternoon with the celebration party later that evening. There had been some downtime between the two and he had surprised himself by chatting with a few classmates when the cry came.
Right, the cry of a Flight. He remembered that now and how one of his fellow blueriders laughed and joked that winning a Flight on top of graduating would be the best way to celebrate and start their career off right. N’lis hadn’t agreed but stayed quiet like he often did until Dalsuth piped up with his own interest. Oh no.
With that horrifying thought. N’lis finally opened his eyes and spotted a room he didn’t recognise. Where was he?
He would have to face the truth soon enough and N’lis sat up, perhaps a bit too quickly as the room swam around him. And then his eyes focused and he saw the man beside him. “Ah crap!” he shouted on a whispered hiss before losing his balance. He had meant to scramble from the bed but instead fell out of it, landing in a heap with a moan. He sat up enough to cautiously peek over the top to verify it was indeed F’drel he saw lying there and groaned as he shut his eyes and rested his head against the bed.
He remembered from the few classes on Flights that it was considered rude to bolt out the door afterwards but that was all N’lis wanted to do. How was he supposed to face his friend after they had had sex thanks to their dragons? He also knew that was perfectly normal, again thanks to the classes, but despite the various guest speakers, none really touched upon the dynamics that resembled his friendship with F’drel or his own introverted personality.
He opened his eyes and glanced up. Yup, F’drel was still there.