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25.Aug.22, 05:32 PM
One of the worst after effects of being poisoned, in F’drel’s opinion, was that as part of the recovery process he had to eat better and more frequently. As someone who regularly forgot to eat meals because he didn’t feel hungry, it was a bit of a struggle. But so was having no energy, never being able to catch his breath, and being dizzy all the time, so he was trying to be better about it. Also, more importantly, because R’dal made that face every time he realized F’drel was feeling unwell because he hadn’t been taking good enough care of himself, and for some reason blamed himself for it. F’drel hated that face; R’dal shouldn’t make that kind of sad expression and certainly not because of F’drel, so even when R’dal was out most of the day F’drel was careful to get sufficient snacks from the kitchens.
Having eaten a small meal and acquired a fresh bag of nuts and dried fruit to snack on if he started feeling lightheaded, F’drel headed back to his weyr. R’dal’s weyr. Their weyr. The semantics were unimportant.
What was important was that D’nei was outside the door of the weyr, staring rather blankly at it when F’drel arrived.
“D’nei?” F’drel asked. “Were you looking for me? Or R’dal?” He got a vague answer in response, and for a brief moment F’drel felt a flash of fear at the thought D’nei may have been poisoned, but a step closer and he could recognize the smell of alcohol. He let out a silent sigh of relief that his friend most likely hadn’t been poisoned and was only drunk. In the middle of the day. Which was a whole new reason to be concerned.
He’d have asked Halomirth to check in with Casnovath, but she was currently napping on a sunny ledge with Zeianth and F’drel didn’t want to disturb her. He’d just have to figure out what was going on with D’nei the old-fashioned non-dragon way.
“Why don’t you come in?” He unlocked the door and gently directed D’nei inside. When F’drel finished making sure the door was secure, he turned around to find D’nei had gone over and flopped down on the bed.
F’drel came and sat down on the bed next to D’nei, waiting to see if D’nei would say anything. D’nei wasn’t really looking at him though, and a moment later F’drel felt a hand on his thigh. He glanced down at D’nei’s hand, which had begun moving back and forth in a vaguely suggestive fashion.
“D’nei.” F’drel caught the errant hand in his own and held it. “What are you doing?” Even given the alcohol, D’nei was acting weird, and F’drel was getting a horrible, sinking feeling about the sort of things that might have prompted the behavior.
Having eaten a small meal and acquired a fresh bag of nuts and dried fruit to snack on if he started feeling lightheaded, F’drel headed back to his weyr. R’dal’s weyr. Their weyr. The semantics were unimportant.
What was important was that D’nei was outside the door of the weyr, staring rather blankly at it when F’drel arrived.
“D’nei?” F’drel asked. “Were you looking for me? Or R’dal?” He got a vague answer in response, and for a brief moment F’drel felt a flash of fear at the thought D’nei may have been poisoned, but a step closer and he could recognize the smell of alcohol. He let out a silent sigh of relief that his friend most likely hadn’t been poisoned and was only drunk. In the middle of the day. Which was a whole new reason to be concerned.
He’d have asked Halomirth to check in with Casnovath, but she was currently napping on a sunny ledge with Zeianth and F’drel didn’t want to disturb her. He’d just have to figure out what was going on with D’nei the old-fashioned non-dragon way.
“Why don’t you come in?” He unlocked the door and gently directed D’nei inside. When F’drel finished making sure the door was secure, he turned around to find D’nei had gone over and flopped down on the bed.
F’drel came and sat down on the bed next to D’nei, waiting to see if D’nei would say anything. D’nei wasn’t really looking at him though, and a moment later F’drel felt a hand on his thigh. He glanced down at D’nei’s hand, which had begun moving back and forth in a vaguely suggestive fashion.
“D’nei.” F’drel caught the errant hand in his own and held it. “What are you doing?” Even given the alcohol, D’nei was acting weird, and F’drel was getting a horrible, sinking feeling about the sort of things that might have prompted the behavior.
