21.Apr.22, 02:48 PM
“You’re welcome here as long as you want,” F’drel said, reaching out to ruffle N’lis’ hair. He moved slowly enough that N’lis could move out of the way if he wanted, but was quietly relieved when he didn’t.
“You know how many gossips there are in Weyrs.” F’drel sighed. “People who want to gossip will, unfortunately, gossip no matter if you leave immediately or if you stay all night. You can try to pick which gossip you prefer, but I’ve found most people forget most green Flights won by blues within a day or two.” There were so many greens, and they flew often enough that even if the most recent Flight dominated the gossip it would only be a matter of days, if that, before another green Flew and the focus of the gossip moved. A blue catching a green was hardly worth commenting on, most days, unless everyone was desperate or the people involved were notable (F’drel found, thank fuck, that he wasn’t usually considered notable). A bronze catching a green may get more notice, though not a lot. F’drel had gotten a few comments after Syrendryth caught Miri, but not for long. A brown catching a gold was far more gossip worthy, and people were still talking about the time a blue caught Thallyath—at least when they weren’t pretending that the whole debacle had never happened at all.
F’drel neatened N’lis’ messy hair as he thought, brushing it with his fingers into a semblance of presentable. “As long as M’quel doesn’t publicly confront either of us about it, you should be fine. Since I somehow doubt she will, I wouldn’t be too concerned. If she is upset, let me know and I’ll talk to her, but…” He trailed off with a shrug. M’quel was a weyrbrat and F’drel never got the impression she would be bothered about Flights. Even so, if N’lis needed F’drel to smooth things over with his girlfriend, F’drel would. “If you don’t make a big deal of it, most people will follow your lead.”
“You know how many gossips there are in Weyrs.” F’drel sighed. “People who want to gossip will, unfortunately, gossip no matter if you leave immediately or if you stay all night. You can try to pick which gossip you prefer, but I’ve found most people forget most green Flights won by blues within a day or two.” There were so many greens, and they flew often enough that even if the most recent Flight dominated the gossip it would only be a matter of days, if that, before another green Flew and the focus of the gossip moved. A blue catching a green was hardly worth commenting on, most days, unless everyone was desperate or the people involved were notable (F’drel found, thank fuck, that he wasn’t usually considered notable). A bronze catching a green may get more notice, though not a lot. F’drel had gotten a few comments after Syrendryth caught Miri, but not for long. A brown catching a gold was far more gossip worthy, and people were still talking about the time a blue caught Thallyath—at least when they weren’t pretending that the whole debacle had never happened at all.
F’drel neatened N’lis’ messy hair as he thought, brushing it with his fingers into a semblance of presentable. “As long as M’quel doesn’t publicly confront either of us about it, you should be fine. Since I somehow doubt she will, I wouldn’t be too concerned. If she is upset, let me know and I’ll talk to her, but…” He trailed off with a shrug. M’quel was a weyrbrat and F’drel never got the impression she would be bothered about Flights. Even so, if N’lis needed F’drel to smooth things over with his girlfriend, F’drel would. “If you don’t make a big deal of it, most people will follow your lead.”